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COPyRIGHT DEPOSIT 



POETICAL WORKS 



OF 



Rev. John Franklin Bair 



With a Number of Illustrations by The 
Author. 



PRESS OF 

Chas. M. Henry & Company, 

Greensburg. Pa. 

1904 



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Copyrig-ht 1898, 1899, 1904, 

BY 

John F. Bair. 



V^O my dear mother, who passed through the trials 
of a soldier's wife during the Civil War, laboring with 
patience and untiring energy to provide food and clothing 
for a large family, and who now in her old age is almost 
helpless on account of rheumatism, but with patience en- 
dures her suffering, to her whom I owe all that I am, tliis 
volume is affectionately dedicated. 



INDEX. 



A Meyersdale romance 51 

Autumn 26 

A song of F. and M. freshmen 29 

Adventures of the hog and gobbler 70 

A happy thought 72 

A soldier boy's farev/ell to his mother 94 

A distinguished regiment 95 

A tribute to the heroes of the Spanish American War. . 100 

A Mercersburg romance 126 

A review of Rudyard Kipling's poem, "The King" 134 

A faithful child of God 136 

A Meyerstown elopement 148 

A preacher has an easy time 172 

A country boy 183 

Awake, thou sleeping one 230 

Arise my souL be strong and fight 245 

Awake, arise and watch and pray 256 

Arise young children of the cross 269 

Around the table with the twelve 275 

At the right hand of the Father 280 

Angel hosts came to the earth 290 

Awake, the time is coming 311 

As pants the "Hart after the brook ! 326 

Beyond the grave I see a light 128 

Burial of President 'McKinley 132 

Behold the Lamb of 'God 135 

Behold before the throne of God 197 

Blessed are the pure in heart 199 

Blessed are hey who die 210 

Beneath the ^oad of sin I fall 240 

Beyond dark Jordan's flood there lies 2'51 

Blessed is he that cometh 271 

By faith my Lord and King I see 281 

Blessed Savior, dear Redeemer 284 

Behold the fountain on Calvary 297 

Before thy holy altar Lord 310 

Charlie at the farm ". 59 

*Company I from start to finish 97 

Columbia, (Acrostic) 181 

Come thou Lord Jesus bless 195 

Come unto me ye who are faint and weak 200 

Come thou O Lord, with us abide 219 

Christ my Lord erithroned on high 223 



Christ who upon the cross did die 294 

Come ye people now and let us 313 

Dear old Pittsburg 17 

Don't you think so? 67 

Dot gobbler 73 

Dewey's victory 91 

Death of President McKinley 132 

Distress of soul 151 

Day after day my song 246 

Firmly stand 185 

Fly away trouble 192 

From heathen plunged in misery 205 

Father I journey here below 2'26 

From Calv'ry's monut there flowed one day 244 

Far away from home am I 248 

From the blessed Rock of ages 250 

Father in heaven hear us 258 

From mom till eve I'm tossed about 276 

Father draw us close to thee 283 

Far av/ay the helpless heathen 329 

General Rutherford B. Hayes 109 

Golden moments 128 

God bless the day on which I came 259 

GiTe thanks unto the Lord 262 

God my Father, God most high 282 

Glorious is thy throne O Lord 287 

Guide me heavenly Father, guide me 303 

Give me, O God, a heart so pure 307 

Go ye therefore forth and teach 325 

He might have known it 68 

How Lucy's husband came home 75 

Ker last trip with the jug 84 

Hope's vision 141 

Harvest time 156 

**How she felt 184 

How sweet it is to be alone 212 

Have mercy upon m-e, O Lord 2'20 

Help me O Lord from day to day 229 

How precious in the sight of God 254 

How sweet the song the angels sang 254 

Hail, thou blessed Christmas season 288 

Heavenly Father 291 

Humbly at thy throne, O Savior 292 

Ploly spirit from on high 308 

Hail, thou National Thanksgiving ; 312 

Hear the loving Savior calling 318 

I'm shelved because I am old 161 

If every preacher's wife were like mine 163 

It is I ; be not afraid 171 

I should think so 68 

♦Should have heen in place of "When the Tenth comes, etc. 

**Last line in poem should have been omited. 



I lieard a voice from heaven say 196 

I'm Hearing the place v/here the saints of God meet. . . 204 

I am the bread of life 205 

I've wandered Lord from thee 206 

I hear thee Jesus say 209 

In the Dark Continent 211 

In the straight and narrow vi^ay 217 

I love to tell of my :Savior's love 217 

1 saw upon the throne of God 224 

In deep despair I come to thee 229 

I've v/andered far away but now 243 

In Jesus I have a true friend 263 

In my Father's house on high 266 

If I m_a]ie my bed in hades 271 

I come to thee dear Lord 273 

In the silent dead of night 289 

I am saved by Jesus' blood 299 

I love the church which bears the name 300 

I will glory in the cross 311 

Just what he wanted 74 

Jerry 'MoCall and his perpetual motion 116 

James Abram Garfield, (Acrostic) 142 

Jake Stouffer's courtship and proposal 166 

Jesus my ever faithful guide 195 

Jesus is waiting with arms open wide 215 

Jesus, Savior, loving friend 232 

Jesus guide me by thy hand 232 

Jesus reigns, he reigns in glory 238 

Jesus, m> Refuge and my Rock 242 

Jesus died to save poor sinners 244 

Jesus exalted high above 252 

Jesus, the Prince of peace was bom 252 

JesuS; thy mercy hath no bound 256 

Jesus, my Lord, on thee I lean 260 

Jesus my cross I'll bear 265 

Jesus, Savior, blest Redeemer 277 

Jesus, who from thy bright home came 278 

Jesus died our souls to save 282 

Jesus I rest in thee 296 

Jesus Christ has ascended on high 298 

Jesus, mighty King., we praise thee 300 

Jesus, my Lord, I rest 301 

Jesus, man of sorrows, who 301 

Jesus leads me, safely leads me 304 

Jesus on thee I lean 322 

Jesus, when trials heavy press 326 

Jesus, guide me in the pathway 327 

Long ago 63 

Leave that crepe upon that door 81 

Lord, I bow in meek submisp^lon 198 

Let not your heart be troubled, ye 198 



Lord, I'm impure and vile within 202 

Lord, I've wandered far from thee 215 

Lord, I put my trust in thee 220 

Lord, the remembrance of my sin 222 

Lord, at thy feet 1 humbly bow 223 

Lord, like the sheep which went astray 233 

Lord, the hosts of Satan seek 234 

Lord, I belong- to thee . . . .* 236 

Let nations sing forever 242 

Like a sheep from the fold, which had wandered .... 247 

Lord, at thy feet I fall 24L; 

Lord, v/ith a broken heart 268 

Lord, teach me how to live 270 

Lord 'tis my heart's desire 274 

Lift up your hearts in grateful praise 279 

Little children seek the Lord 299 

Long years ago at God's right hand 302 

Lord Vvheu temptations sorely press 310 

Lord, to thy arms I flee 315 

May MaxYvell 20 

My visit to Luxury Land 103 

Margery's peril 133 

My good old pipe of clay 140 

My mother's favorite hymn 146 

My sins, O Lord, all weigh me down 207 

My praise shall be to thee 208 

My heavenly home 212 

My soul thirsteth for thee 283 

My soul doth magnify the Lord 302 

My God accept the vows I make 306 

My heavy load of sin 330 

Nothing in it 67 

No longer crowned with thorns, but now 278 

Not far away but very near 325 

Only a boarder 42 

Only a student 43 

Once the Devil got on top 82 

Ohio's Presidents 106 

Old Uncle Ban 143 

O blessed Spirit, heavenly dove 201 

O Father glorify Thou me 199 

O Lord, my God. turn not away 222 

Out of the depths of sin 226 

O'erwhelmed with grief I come to thee 227 

O blessed .Jesus, Holy Light 231 

O Lord have mercy now upon 235 

On Pisgah's height I take my stand 2"5 

O Lord, the hosts of Satan now 241 

O Lord, my God. most merciful 245 

O blest Messiah, heavenly King 2nn 

O Jesus, Savior, can it be 256 



O Lord, I weep when I recall 261 

O Holy Spirit, Comforter 26S 

O Lord, from me do not depart 265 

Once I wandered away from my kind Father's house . . 267 

O sacred Rock, to thee I cling 26S) 

O glorious day on which our Lord 272 

O Christ, thou art the cornerstone 273 

O God most merciful 276 

O Lord, open our eyes that we 277 

O Father, hear the plea 278 

Omniscient God enthroned on high 280 

O who will go and bear the Word 286 

O Lord, we have waited for thee 287 

On that glorious Easter morning 307 

O Lord my soul is filled wath grief 313 

O Savior, let me come to thee 314 

O my soul, look up to heaven 315 

One by one the souls are fleeing 316 

O Jesus, Shepherd, tenderly 317 

On the night of the betrayal 319 

Poor, v/retched sinner that I am 221 

Praise 3'e the Lord most high 227 

Paul . and Silas once ^vere cast 322 

Rain and sunshine 66 

Spring cannot be far awaj' 24 

Summer 25 

Simon of Cyrene 50 

Stand firm for Christ your Savior 238 

Sacred is thy name, O Lord 261 

■Straight is the path, narrow the way 281 

Savior, Almighty friend 289 

Savior divine, thy name I love 291 

See the crimson flood nov/ flowing 305 

Savior, bovr down thin ear 328 

The Johnstown flood 18 

The indiscreet old farmer 30 

The legend of the old mansion 33 

The assassm^tion of Post Master Baker 48 

To the memory of Hugh McAllister Beaver 49 

The old forsaken saw-mill 52 

The coal miner's boy 54 

The three precious Jev/els 57 

The little boy and girl of 'Barlow 69 

The monstrous family 72 

The rumseller's dream 78 

The modem Paul and Elymas 86 

Tb^ Devil's day 88 

The battle cry, Freedom for Cuba 93 

The rise and fall of Spain's power in America 101 

The youth of Gadara Ill 

The little dusky diamond hero 118 



The good old Catechetical method 126 

To the nieinory of Col. A. L. Hawkins 129 

The assassination of President McKinley 131 

The girl I met five years ago 137 

The passing of the nineteenth century 144 

The Jr. O. IT. A. M 152 

The bees 155 

The happy twin brother and sister 157 

To our martyr President, William McKinley 161 

Two pictures of life 164 

The old year 165 

The books of the Bible, Old Testament 173 

The books of the Bible, New Testament 174 

Things that I love to do and see 175 

The two girls whom James Conner whipped 175 

The vvouid be boys 178 

The man with the drawn sword 181 

The Spirit of George Washington 186 

The Plague 188 

The Parson's visit 189 

The call from the West 191 

To General U. S. Grant 193 

To thee, O God. my voice I'll raise 202 

The svreetest of all names to me 203 

'Tis night and in Gethsemane 207 

To this blest feast -we come 214 

Thou art the Christ, the solid Rock 216 

To that Rock, that Rock of ages 225 

There is a happy home above 230 

The precious blood of Jesus 250 

TIiou Lord art good and well I know 257 

There's a beautiful v/here my 'Savior now dwells 257 

Thy precious word, O Lord 267 

Thanksgiving 284 

Tender Shepherd, loving Savior 285 

There is a home above 293 

To the mount of Calvary 293 

The Savior of mankind proclaimed 305 

Thy saints, O Lord, give praise to thee 309 

Thy Word, O Lord, is truth, 'tis povrer 309 

'Twas midnight and a cry was heard 320 

'Tis joy. sweet joy to know 329 

Them days have long gone by 330 

Urson the cross my Savior 214 

Winter 28 

Will not buy a pump for his cistern or well 46 

Where T have been, what I have done and who I am . . . 79 

What the two words mean 88 

***When the Tenth comes marching home 97 

Wash day 181 

***Should have been in place of "Company I from start to finish," 



Welcome, O sunshine 192 

When tlie Son of man in glory 209 

When life's firce v/aves around me roll 213 

When the Lord shall come in glory 218 

Would that I had a voice, O God 237 

With the fierce waves they toil upon the sea 2'39 

When plunged in misery and woe 247 

When Jesus our Lord journeyed upon earth 259 

When upon the clouds of heaven 264 

When I have finished my mission on earth 28'5 

We hid the parting year farewell 294 

When my heart is filled with gladness 295 

When storms around me fiercely rage 297 

When the trump of Grod shall sound 317 

When our Lord had finished speaking 321 

When I arrive at the river's brink 3'23 

While the multitude of people 324 

With lowly, contrite hearts, O Lord 328 

You may go there too 62 



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INDEX. 



PART n. 



THE ANDREWS RAID 



Chapter. Page. 
I. Introduction 335 

II. Captain Mitchell's plan 336 

III. Secret consultation with Andrews at midnight. 337 

IV. Arrival at Chattanooga 339 

V. Capturing the train 342 

VI. Delayed by extra freight trains 343 

VII. A startling discovery 346 

VIII. The exciting pursuit by the enemy 350 

IX. Our whole band captured 354 

X. A great sorrov/ 362 

XI. A sevenfold murder 365 

XII. Liberty or death 349 

XIII. The escape of Borsey and Hawkins 373 

XIV. The escape of Wilson and Wood from Atlanta 

to the Gulf 376 

XV. The escape of Brown and myself 386 

XVI. From Atlanta to Richmond, Libby and Castle 

Thunder — Exchanged at last 392 

XVII. Conclusion 394 



NAMES OF THE ADVENTURERS 



(Executed.) 

J. J. Andrews, leader Citisen of Kentucky. 

William Campbell Citizen of Kentucky. 

Oeorge D. Wilson Co. B, Second Reg't, Ohio Vols. 

'Marion A. Ross Co. A, Second Reg't, Ohio Vols. 

'Perry G. Shadrack Co. K, Second Reg't, Ohio Vols. 

Samuel Robinson Thirtj'-third Reg't, Ohio Vols. 

iSamuel Slavens Co. G, Thirty-third Reg't, Ohio Vols. 

John 'Scott Co. K, Twenty-first Reg't, Ohio Vols. 

(Escaped in October.) 

W. W. Brown Co. F, Twenty-first Reg't, Ohio Vols. 

William J. Knight Co. B, Twenty-first Reg't, Ohio Vols. 

J. R. Porter Co. C, Twenty -first Reg't, Ohio Vols. 

Mark Wood Co. €, Twenty-first Reg't, Ohio Vols. 

J. A. Wilson Co C, Twenty-first Reg't, Ohio Vols. 

W. J. Hawkins Co. A, Thirty-third Reg't, Ohio Vols. 

John Wollam Co. €, Thirty-third Reg't, Ohio Vols. 

D. A. Dorsey Co. H, Thirty-third Reg't, Ohio Vols. 

(Exchanged in March.) 

Jacob Parrot Co. K, Thirty-third Reg't, Ohio Vols. 

Robert Buffum Co. H, Twenty-first Reg't, Ohio Vols. 

William Bensinger Co. G, Twenty-first Reg't, Ohio Vols. 

William Reddick Co. B, Thirty-third Reg't, Ohio Vols. 

E. H. 'Mason Co. K, Twenty-first Reg't, Ohio Vols. 

William Pittenger Co. G, Second Reg't, Ohio Vols. 



PREFACE. 



"Poets are born, not made." 

MHO die author of the above is, I do not know, neith- 
er do I care enough to spend the time that it would 
require to find out. I know this much, that, during my 
college and theological semJnary days, I heard the words 
tauntingly quoted in my presence, while I, during my spare 
moments, dabbled in poetry. I also know that some of the 
students, who did that taunting, have proven to the world, 
or at least to that part which knovv's them, that they have no 
brain power to spare. 

If poets are born, I see no reason why one should not 
have been born in old Westmoreland County, Pennsylvania, 
as well as in Boston, Cambridge, or anywhere else. 

Let me tell you an anecdote. Two students, whom we 
will call Russell and Charles, roomed together while attend- 
ing college. Russell wrote a poem in which was embodied 
the names of every member of his class. Concerning his 
chum he wrote as follovvs : 
''There's Charles Dewitt, so starchy and neat, 
Who with Rosella B. goes walking the street." 

This poem was published in one of the college papers. 
Charles read the poem aloud and then turned to Russell raid 
said, "Well, you are an ass !" Russell did not at once reply 
but sat for sometime meditating. Finally, he said, "Charlie, 
T have something to say to you." 

"Very well," said Charles, "say it." 

Then Russel began, "There was once a haughty man 
who had a very good opinion of himself. That man rode 
upon an ass, which was a faithful animal. But one day, 
when the ass did not go according to his notion, he beat her 
cruelly with his staff, when, to his surprise, she opened her 
mouth and spoke. Can you tell m.e who that man was ?" 

"Yes, it was Balaam," answered Charles. 

"You have answered rightly, Charlie, now, can you tell 
me which had the most sense, the ass or the man who rode 
her?" 



**I should say the ass." 

"You are right again, and you also know that that ass 
became famous because she opened her mouth and rebuked 
the haughty Balaam.. Many so called asses have since open- 
ed their mouths and spoken words which liave made them 
famous. No doubt Whittier was called an ass by the pro 
slavery advocates but he opened his m.outh and with poetry 
rebuked the haughty southern Balaam v/ho had ridden him 
so long. Other asses, like Longfellow, Holmes, Bryant, 
Emerson, and others, were ridden by their associates when 
they began their journey into the literary world. Am I not 
your ass upon whom you have ridden ever since I entered 
college? As such, I have opened my mouth, and while I do 
not pretend to be anything great, I believe that the ass, in 
this case, has just as good judgment and knows his business 
better than the Balaam who has been riding him." 

In 1898 I published an edition of my long epic poem, 
"The Andrews Raid," one thousand copies. I did it with 
fear and trembling, lest it might be a failure. But as soon 
as it was placed on the market it began to sell rapidly. Thus 
encouraged, in 1899, I published my edition of songs en- 
titled "Lines to the boys of the Tenth Regiment, Pa. Volun- 
teers." This also sold readily, and now, I feel that the time 
has come for me to give to the public a complete edition of 
my poetical works. The work of compilation and drawing 
of illustrations has been long and tedious, being engaged 
in the active work of the ministry, I could find very little 
time to devote to this work. But by making use of spare 
moments, I have at last been enabled to finish. The volume, 
as it is, is now respectfully submitted to the public with the 
hope that many will enjoy reading it fully as much as the 
author has enjoyed writing it. The hymns, especially, have 
been a source of great comfort to me, may they also be a 
comfort to manv other penitent sinners. 

J. F. B. 
Ligonier, Pa., July 6, 1904. 



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Sweet center of business, and scenes of delig'ht, 
Where noise never ceases from morning till night, 
Of the banks of thy rivers, those beautiful streams, 
In moments of leisure my soul often dreams. 

Far down in the East, in the Keystone State, 
In a very slow city I patiently wait 
For the dawn of vacation when I shall be free 
To leave this slow city and come back to thee. 

I fancy I see Mount Washington's height, 
From which I behold such a marvelous sight, 
In glory below thy spires doth rise 
In beauty toward heaven and God the All-wise. 

Down Liberty Street, mid bustle and din, 
I watch the good merchants go out and come in, 
They're always so busy but one thing I find, 
To travelers and strangers they're always so kind. 

Down by the Ohio, which two rivers form. 
Where old Fort Duquesne has weathered the storm, 
'Tis pleasure to think of Colonel Bouquet 
Who routed the Indians and drove them away. 

On Fifth Avenue, with high buildings blest, 
Carnegie's is seen above all the rest. 
And in it employed, large numbers of men 
Are busy with pencil, typewriter and pen. 

The sweet Schenley Park, the pride of East End, 
Doth o'er many hills and valleys extend, 
There's no other city could possibly be 
So dear and delightful as Pittsburg to me. 

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High upon a hill, the court-house, so grand, 
The pride of the city, in glory doth stand, 
Where eloquent lawyers their talents display 
And breakers of law the penalts^ pay. 

Thou surely art rich in schools of all kinds, 
Where thousands of children enlighten their minds, 
The best of instructors thou dost always employ 
And sweetest of comforts the scholars enjoy. 

No city on earth gives as much to the poor 
As thou dost each year from thy bountiful store, 
For the sick and the lame thou hast always a care, 
Thy tender physicians are honest and fair. 

Thy faithful policemen, patroling each beat, 
Allow no disturbance in the miidst of the street, 
The Sabbath's observed, thy order and law 
The love and respect of the people doth draw. 

I love to be in thee, O city so dear, 
For once in thy limits there's nothing to fear, 
May heaven's rich blessings upon thee descend, 
And guard thee and keep thee till all time shall end. 



THE JOHNSTOWN FLOOD. 

The morning dawned upon Johnstown, 

The woodmen from the hills looked down 

Upon the city fair, serene. 

Located in a deep ravine : 

The breezes softly murmured, "Woe 

To thee fair city down below, 

Before the sun shall set to-day 

Thy beauty shall be swept away!" 

All day the trains went rattling by, 
Great clouds of smoke ascended high 
Above the higliest mountain tops 
From iron works and foundry shops ; 
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The dray-men's carts pass to and fro, 
The passengers both come and go 
While breezes sadly murmur, "Woe 
To thee fair city down below!" 

Some miles above the city lies 

A reservoir of monstrous size. 

The dam which holds the flood is weak 

And if it e'er should spring a leak, 

Twould burst and with great fury flow 

Upon the city down below, 

The people oft were heard to say, 

''That dam will surely burst some day." 

'Tis four o'clock, a man rides by. 
He cries, O neighbors, fly O fly 
Up to the highest mountain peak, 
The reservoir has sprung a leak, 
It soon will burst and rushing down 
Will flood the city of Johnstown, 
Heed t^en my warning, fly O fly 
Up quickly to the mountains high! 

Ere he had uttered his last word, 
A mighty deafening roar was heard, 
Then instantly the flood rushed down 
Upon the city of Johnstown ; 
Soon houses were seen floating bv 
And from the roofs tliere rose a cry 
To heaven above, '*'0 Father save 
Thy children from a watery grave!" 

The flood rushed through the Conemaug'h, 
The people gazed on it with awe, 
Huge trees which stood along the way 
All like small straws were swept away; 
On all sides rose fierce cries and groans. 
Heartrending were the sighs and moans, 
Kind friends on s'hore did what they could 
To rescue victims from the flood. 

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Just down below the town there stands 
A monstrous bridge of stone which spans 
The river and its walls withstood 
The pressure of the monstrous flood; 
Hundreds of houses, floating by, 
Upon this bridge Vv^ere piled so high, 
There many, who escaped the flood, 
Lay helpless on that pile of wood. 

One woe is past, 'tis gone, but O 
Quickly there comes another woe, 
Forth from, the houses, piled so high, 
Fierce flames arose toward the sky ; 
Loud cries of pain and dire despair 
Ascend from, those imprisoned there, 
Those who escaped the floods swift tide, 
Mid angry flames suffered and died. 

O woe Johnstown, thou fair city! 
With pity we now gaze on thee ! 
Thy beauty, seen but yesterday, 
In one short hour is swept away! 
The dead and wounded lie around 
Uncared for on the cold, damp ground, 
While mountain breezes murm.ur, '*Woe 
To thee fair city down below !" 



MAY MAXWELL. 
Parody on Maud Muller. 

May Maxwell, on an autumn morn. 
Mended an apron badly torn. 

Scant was the wealth which she had known, 
Or tim.e that could be called her own. 

Smiling she strove to do her work. 
Never once tempted her task to shirk. 

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But when of a sudden she gazed around 
And saw the College and base-ball ground, 

Her smiling ceased and her lovely face 
Lost its glow of beauty and grace. 

A thought that she hardly dared to raise, 
That she might soon see better days. 

By chance a college boy, that day 
Out on his bicycle, rode that way. 

Before the door, the neighbors say, 
He stopped his wheel and greeted May. 

And asked her if she thought 'twould harm 
To take some rest, he was so warm. 

She turned and looked him in the eyes 
And said, some rest she would advise. 

And smiled as she said it, blushing too 

As she gazed at her foot and wornout shoe. 

Thanks, said the boy, such good advice 
From a handsome maid will me suffice! 

He said her home with white-washed walls 
Was sweeter far than college halls. 

Then talked of Hist'ry, Latin and Greek, 
Of reciting eighteen hours a week. 

May soon forgot her wornout shoe 
And brighter shone her eyes of blue. 

And every time his glance was cast 
Upon her face her heart beat fast. 

At last he climbed upon his wheel 
And slowly back to school did steal. 

May looked and said, as he rode away. 
Ah, that he would forever stay ! 



He would take me to that college hall 
And on rich friends I'd often call. 

My father should have 'a grocery store, 
My brother should work in the mines no more. 

I'd buy my mother an easy chair 

And the baby should breathe the sweet, bresh air. 

To the poor and sick I'd be so kind, 
That me they'd always keep in mind. 

The boy looked back when on the hill 
And saw May mending her apron still. 

A girl more sweet., with mind more sound, 
I have not seen on all my round. 

And the way she keeps her house so neat 
Proves she is tidy as well as sweet. 

Would that my college days were done 
And we now two were joined as one. 

No angry Profs, or blame for cheating. 
Or summons to a faculty meeting. 

But settled down in a quiet life, 

Loved and caressed by a sweet young wife. 

But he thought of his uncle, harsh and gruff. 
And his aunt who always seemed so rough. 

So guiding his wheel he rode away 
And soon was lost from view of May. 

But the students smiled the following day, 

When he hummed the tune, "In the month of May., 

But May kept watching and when the sun 
Had set, her work had not been done. 

He married a wife of that variety 
Who care for nothing but swell society. 
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But oft as he sat by his warm fireside 
And wished that he in his youth had died, 

He saw again dear May's sweet face 
Amidst the flames in the fire-place. 

Oft when he sat in his chair to dine, 
He longed to drown himself in wane. 

And closed his eyes on his stylish wife 
And longed again for college life. 

And groaned aloud while feeling sore, 
Ah, could I ride that wheel once more ! 

Ride it as when I rode that day 
When first I m.et that sweet girl May. 

She wedded a man with a hardened heart, 
Who pretended to do some w'ork in art. 

But children's cries caused her such pain, 
She never was known to smile again. 

And when she gazed on her bare walls 
And thought once more of college halls, 

She heard again a gladsome peal 
Of silver bell and sound of wheel. 

And there before that same front door. 
She saw a college boy once more, — 

And greeting him with joy and grace, 
She saw the same sweet, smiling face. 

At times her neatly white-v/ashed v/alls 
Seem.ed like large, neatly frescoed halls. 

Until at last her needle turned 

The coals which in a mansion burned. 

And for him who sat wrapped in his cloak, 
Filling the room with tobacco smioke, 

She thought she saw a student there 
And she felt free from ev'ry care. 
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At last disgusted with his art, 

She suddenly died of a broken heart. 

Alas for student, alas for May, 

For the artist's work that did not pay. 

Ah, pity the man who wishes in vam 
To have his school days back again. 

For of all hard jeers of a college class, 
The hardest is this, ''You did not pass." 

Ah, there's a truth we all should learn. 
The time that's lost will ne'er return. 

And may the future students wait 
And learn like men to meet their fate. 



''SPRING CANNOT BE FAR AWAY." 

When the month of March approaches and the winds be- 
gin to blow, 
Bending trees within the forest, tossing branches to and fro, 
Making fly the rotten shingles, blowing barn doors open 

wide, 
Blowing down the old board fences which for years have 

stood the tide ; 
When you go to bed at even' how the fierce March blasts do 

moan. 
When you go to feed your horses how it chills you to the 

bone ; 
But there's one great consolation. Spring is close at hand, 

I know. 
When the month of March approaches and the winds begin 

to blow. 

What if the wind be ugly and the mud so very deep. 
Should a fellow fret and whimper till his wife and children 

weep ? 
What if the pump be frozen in the cistern and the well. 
Should a fellow sass his mistress or take a pouting spell ? 
Should he go into a corner and be stubborn like a mule, 

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Or scold his darling children when they all come home from 

school ? 
No, do not scold your darlings, Spring is coming, don't you 

know, 
When the month of March approaches and the winds begin 

to blow ? 

Thoug'h the pump may now be frozen in the water in the 

well, 
It will work as well as ever when there comes a thawing 

spell ; 
Though the mud may now be sticky, it will soon begin to 

dry, 
When old April comes to see us and old Sol ascends the 

sky; 
So stop your nasty scolding you old crabhed, chronic cranks 
And strive to please your children, help them in their child- 
ish pranks, 
Tell them that bright Spring is coming and you'll see their 

faces glow 
When the month of March approaches and the winds begin 

to blow. 



SUMMER. 



When the blossoms, which have faded, from the branches all 

have flown, 
When the wheat is turning yellow and the cornstalks tall 

have grown, 
When we hear the reaper singing and the harvest-hands 

are seen. 
When the farmer with his mower mows the grass so tall 

and green, 
When the harvest-hands are resting neath the large elm- 
tree's sweet shade, 
While they drink the pure fresh water and sometimes sweet 

lemonade, 
When the shocks within the wheatfield here and there are 

seen to stand, 

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'Tis a sign that Spring has left us and bright Summer is 
at hand. 

'Tis a season when the people seem to move at rapid pace. 
When the drops of perspiration trickle down the honest face 
Of the man who daily labors with his hands and with his 

head 
To provide his wife and children with their clothes and 

daily bread ; 
Sometimes the weather's sultry and sometimes it's very dry 
And for days and weeks you never see a rain-cloud in the 

sky; 
It is during such a season that we have what's called a 

drought, 
When the corn-crop and potatoes do not very well turn out. 

There is one day in this season, 'tis the Fourth day of July, 
When Americans are happy, when the air is rent on high 
With the sound of many voices which are raised from sea 

to se. 
Patriotic men and women sing, ''My Country 'tis of thee," 
While they thank the Blessed Father for the liberty he gave 
And the home which he established for the free and for the 

brave ; 
Blessed be the great Jehovah, God of peace and God of 

light, 
May our liberty ne'er leave us, may our land be ever bright. 



AUTUMN. 



When the leaves are bright and golden and lay scattered 

all about, 
When the chestnut-burs burst open and the (Chestnuts all 

drop out. 
When the farmer picks his apples and cuts off his standing 

corn, 

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When he hugs the fire closely on a cool September morn, 

When the boys who run bare-footed once begin to warm 
their feet 

In their mother's cosy kitchen by the cooking- stove's bright 
heat, 

When the robins and the black-birds from our forests dis- 
appear, 

Then bright summer days have left us and bright autumn 
days are here. 

O 'tis perfectly delightful when the autumn days come 

round, 
When we see the dear school children romp upon the old 

play-ground, 
And there comes fond recollections of the trials and the joys 
Which we met upon that play -ground when v/e too were 

girls and boys ; 
Where the children now are playing we too once our games 

did play, 
Then we too vv^ere gay and happy ev'ry hour of the day ; 
Do you Avonder that we shoute'd when the summer days 

were o'er. 
And the lovely autumn season had come back to us once 

more? 

There is one day in this season which brings comfort, peace 

and joy 
To the hearts of many sad ones, to the orphan girl and boy ; 
'Tis the National Thanksgiving, that good day which often 

brings 
Roasted turkey and cranberries and abundance of good 

things. 
When the children are made happy, when they romp and 

race and play. 
They indeed have real enjoyment on that blessed holiday ; 
Thank the good Lord then for Autumn which to us each 

season brings 

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The glad National Thanksgiving and abundance of good 
things. 



WINTER. 



When the golden leaves have fallen and the boughs are 

bleak and bare, 
When the horses and the cattle ev'ry night are housed with 

care, 
When the mother places blankets on the children's trundle- 
bed, 
When the handsome little snow-birds come around for 

crumbs of bread, 
When the dark clouds hang above us and the snow comes 

softly down. 
Giving to the fields and forests a handsome, new white 

gown. 
When the farmers go out hunting, when the rabbits jump 

and run. 
We can have the full assurance that the winter has begun. 

'Tis indeed a pleasant season, 'tis the pleasantest of all. 
More pleasant than the springtime, than the summer or the 

fall, 
While o'er fields and through the forests rages fiercely the 

snow-storm. 
Within many college buildings students their best work per- 
form, 
While at country schools at noontide, scholars are seen on 

the ice, 
Or perhaps engaged in building a huge snow-man sleek and 

nice, 
When the master, in the doorway, rings his bell they quickly 

turn 
From the play-ground to the class-room and again their 

lessons learn. 



There is one day of this season which of all days is most 
sweet, 

'Tis that glad day known as Christmas when we have good 
things to eat, 

When we often see a turkey on a plate, without a head, 

Wlien in orphans' homes the children on rich dainties oft 
are fed 

And within our handsome churches Christmas-trees of ever- 
green, 

Very nicely decorated, very often can be seen. 

While the choir sings sweet anthems, telling of Him who 
was born 

In an humble, lowly manger on that first brig'ht Christmas 
morn. 



A SONG OF F, AND M. FRESHMEN. 
Parody on "A Psalm of Life." 

Tell me not, ye elder student, 

F. and M. is not the place 

Where the brave, the wise and prudent. 

Are not subject to disgrace. 

Livy's tough and Horace tougher 
And Avith one book does not end. 
In the class-room, I'm no bluffer. 
Five whole hours some days you spend. 

Some own ponies, others borrow. 
And they use them freely too ; 
And they sigh that on the morrow 
Their contingent fee is due. 
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Boys are faking, Profs, are scolding 
Ev'ry hour the hvelong day, 
Some so tight their books are holding 
Just as if they'd run away. 

In the hall both long and dingy, 
When you see no Prof, in sight, 
Be not with your pranks too stingy, 
Have a rough and tumble fight ! 

Trust no fakir, he will cheat you, 
Let the coward go on his way, 
Pretend, — pretend as if you knew, 
Profs, don't mark just as they say! 

Compliments of Profs, remind us. 
Better be at home with ma, 
Than departing carry with us 
S'heep-skins with our B. A. ba-a-a! 

Sheep-skins that perhaps a mother, 
Coming to m.eet you at the train, 
With your darling little brother. 
Seeing shall become insane. 

Then old student, let's be going 
To Conestoga for a skate, — 
And we'll all, upon returning, 
Learn like men to meet our fate. 



THE INDISCREET OLD FARMER. 

Old Henry was a stout old man, 
He owned a farm in Chestnut-Glen, 
He had a patient, gentle v/ife 
And three bright boys, Jim, Jdhn and Ben ; 
Whene'er he sent his boys to work, 
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These words he uttered first of all, 
If you don't do that work just right, 
I'll thrash you till you cannot crawl. 

He never took the pains to teach 
His boys just how to do work right, 
He always seemed to think 'twas best 
To keep them in a constant fright ; 
One day he sent John out to plow, 
But John had never plowed at all. 
But Henry said, If you don't plow 
I'll thrash you till you cannot crawl. 

So poor John had to go and try, 
Although he was but twelve years old, 
It was just in the month of March, 
The weather was extremely cold ; 
He tried his best to keep the plow 
Deep in the ground, but had not strength, 
He struggled on an hour or more 
But had to give it up at length ; 
But Henry cried, You lazy chap. 
You've really done no work at all, 
I'll teach you how to do your work, 
I'll thrash you till you cannot crawl ! 

And as he spoke he seized a whip 

And beat poor John, O shamefully! 

The poor boy shrieked and roared with pain, 

But the old brute showed no pity; 

At last poor John, exhausted, fell 

And seemed to have no strength at all, 

Old Henry had fulfilled his threat 

And thrashed him till he could not crawl. 

They carried John into the house 
And for four weeks he writhed in pain, 
The doctor then to Henry said, 
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'']dhn never will get well again." 
Henry turned pale, and* looked at John 
Who gently asked him to come near, 
"Father," said he, 'I've dreamed a dream, 
Which I desire that you might hear ; 
I dreamed last night that you had died 
And we were puzzled what to do. 
For all the neigtibors, ev'ry one, 
Refused to help us bury you ; 
At last a plan occurred to me. 
Which I made known to Ben and Jim ; 
Come on, said I, we'll dig a grave 
And plant our father neatly in! 
So Jim and Ben procured the tools 
And soon the grave was neatly made 
And in it then we place your corpse 
After we each in turn had prayed ; 
But scarcely had we thrown in earth 
Until we heard a gruff voice call, 
Now do that right or I'll rise up 
And thrash you till you cannot crawl !" 

John lingered on until mid-night, 
His breathing ceased, he passed away. 
His father caught his dying words, 
'Dear father do not cease to pray." 
Old Henry bowed his head and wept 
And groaned aloud with grief and pain,- 
"Forgive, O God, my heinous crime, 
Would that I had him back again !" 

In the quiet grave-yard on the hill, 
The following day they buried John, 
The neighbors said the brightest light 
From out their neighborhood had gone, — 
And ev'ry time old Henry stands 
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THE LEGEND OF THE OLD MANSION IN THE 
ADIRONDACK MOUNTAINS:' 














And the mansion's walls have crumbled, 
And men never will rebuild them. 



Beside that grave, while fresh tears fall, 
These cruel words ring in his ears, 
"ril thrash you till you cannot crawl/' 

Five years have passed, and in that time 
Old Henry's hairs have all turned gray ; 
Since John has died he scolds no more 
And no one ever hears him say 
Those cruel words of former days. 
Which from his lips so oft would fall, 
Before John's sad and early death, 
''I'll thrash you till you cannot crawl." 

You fathers who provoke your sons 

To wrath and scorn, O have a care 

Lest they too when in death's strong grasp, 

Bid you ne'er cease to offer prayer ; 

For once they take their homevvard flight. 

Although you tears in torrents fall. 

You will be haunted by those words, 

"Fll thrash vou till you cannot crawl." 



THE LEGEND OF THE OLD MANSION IN THE 
ADIRONDACK MOUNTAINS. 

Near the Adirondack Mountains, 
In an humble, low log cabin. 
Dwelt a young and pius parson 
With his wife and two small children ; 
From the window of his study. 
Fully twenty miles beyond it. 
Could be seen a lofty mountain 
Towering high above all others. 
By that window, one bright evening, 
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He stood musing for an hour, 
Suddenly he heard a whisper 
From his wife who stood beside him, 
Qiarles dear, are you unhappy, 
That you stand so long in silence? 
If indeed you are in trouble 
Do not keep it from me Charles. 
With a smile as bright as sunshine, 
Charles pressed her hand and answered, 
No dear Ella, I could never 
Be unhappy while you're near me ! 
I was thinking of a legend 
Which I often heard at College, 
Told about a lofty mountain 
Found among the Adirondacks, 
On which stands a ruined mansion 
Which was long ago abandoned 
By a rich old stingy merchant, 
All because his only daughter 
Whom he snatched from her }oung husband, 
Took her life near by the mansion ; 
How I would delight to find it 
And learn more about the legend ; 
If I knew that mountain yonder 
Were the one I'd journey to it ; 
But I must not stand here musing, 
For my sermon for tomorrow- 
Needs a little more attention, 
Please excuse me then, dear Ella? 
And it's almost time for supper, 
So I'll go into the kitchen. 
Said his wife and smiling sweetly, 
Left her husband in his study. 
Charles tried in vain to study 
And complete his next day's sermon, 
He could not forget the legend 
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And the mountain in the distance ; 
Suddenly the door is opened 
And a man clad in course garments 
Enters in and softly whispers, 
Follow me a.nd I will giude you 
To the mountain in the distance, 
Where one will relate the story 
Why the mansion in the mountain 
Was abandoned by the merchant. 
So they started on the journey 
And in less than thirty minutes 
Charles stood beneath the mxountain 
And was filled with great amazement, 
For within a dark, dense forest. 
He beheld the ruined mansion. 
Then the guide who journeyed with him 
Said to him, FU go no farther, 
See that cave just over yonder, 
In it dwells an aged herniit, 
At the door you'll find a cymbal, 
Go and strike six blows upon it, 
Forth to you will come the herniit, 
Staff in hand and clad in goat-skin, 
He will say, You're welcome stranger, 
Tell me, pray, what brought you hither? 
You will answer, Noble Herniit, 
I beheld from yonder mountain. 
An abandoned, ruiend mansion 
And am told that }-ou can tell me 
Why its walls are left to crumble 
Here upon this lonely mountain. 
Charles went and found the cymbal 
And with all his might he smote it, 
Then he felt the mountain tremble 
And he trembled as he waited. 
Slowly from the cave before him, 
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Came the hermit clad in goat-skin, 
With long hair which touched his shoulders 
And a beard as white as winter ; 
In soft tones both slow and feeble, 
Came the greeting, Welcome stranger ! 
But pray tell me now why came you 
Hither to this lonely mountain? 
Charles answered. Noble Hermit, 
I beheld from yonder mountain 
An abandoned, ruined mansion 
And am told that you can tell me 
Why its walls are left to crumible 
Here upon this lonely mountain? 
As he spoke there poured in torrents. 
From the eyes of the old hermit. 
Tears which wet his goat-skin garments 
As he solemnly made answ^er, 
Do not wonder, honest stranger, 
At my weeping so this moment, 
I will now relate the story. 
Why the mansion is forsaken. 
Years ago there dwelt a merchant 
Far away in New York City, 
Who was rich but very greedy, 
It was he who owned this mansion ; 
That rich merchant had a daughter 
Who was kind and meek and gentle ; 
We attended school together 
And in all the time I knew her, 
She was never known to quarrel 
But was always sweet and pleasant. 
When at last our school days ended 
And I entered my profession, 
I still paid attentions to her 
For we loved each other dearly ; 
By and by I put the question 
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And she readily consented. 
When I asked the rich old merchant 
For her hand he too consented, 
For my father too was wealthy 
And did business in the city. 
But alas ; throug-h some misfortune, 
Father lost all his possessions ; 
On the day set for our wedding, 
(We had gone to meet the parson,) 
Word was brought to her rich father 
Of my father's great misfortune ; 
Quickly he procured a carriage 
And made haste to overtake us, 
Hoping to persuade his daughter 
To reject me for another ; 
But he came just as the parson 
Finished the last ceremony, 
"Those whom God hath joined together 
Let not man e'er put asunder," 
Filled with rage and disappointment, 
He determined that his daughter 
Never should live with a lawyer 
Who could not inherit fortune ; 
But my wife declared she'd never, 
No, not for her father's money. 
Break her promise, that she'd rather 
Have pure happiness than fortune. 
By main force her father seized her, 
Quickly thrust her in the carriage. 
Then gave orders to the driver 
To drive quickly to the station ; 
As the horses bounded forward, 
I stood there like one bewildered. 
But I hurried to the ^squire, 
Quickly told him what had happened. 
Then procured a warrant quickly, 
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Hastened quickly to the station, 
But alas 1 before'! reached it, 
He had left the city with her. 
Then in agony I waited. 
Hoping that something would happen 
Whereby I might gain some knowledge 
Of the whereabouts of my loved one. 
On the fourth day some one told me 
That her mother was preparing 
To depart from New York City, 
Probably that very ev'ning. 
So I loitered round the station, 
And when evening came her mother 
Went on board the train, I followed 
Unobserved and still determiined 
That if she went forth to meet her 
Daug-hter I would surely find her. 
Thus for many miles we traveled, 
Till at last we reached a station 
Where I saw her husband waiting 
With a carriage to receive her. 
She soon joined him and I heard him 
Say to her, I have our daughter 
In the mansion on the mountain 
And ril force her there to promise 
That she'll never live v/ith Walter, 
Or I'll starve her in that mansion. 
Still in disguise I follov/ed after 
Till at last they reached this mountain ; 
There I saw upon the porch-roof, 
That dear one whom I had wedded, 
Standing just behind the railing, 
Dressed in her white wedding garments, 
With her fair hands clasped together. 
When she saw the carriage coming, 
With a cry which made me shudder, 
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She, poor girl, leaped from the porch-roof 
To the solid ground beneath her, 
There she lay all bruised and bleeding 
When her parents came and found her. 
As her tyrant of a father 
Bent o'er his now dying daughter, 
I in anger darted forward, 
Smote him roughly on his forehead 
With my fist and sent him reeling, 
And he fell down close beside her. 
Then I drew my jack-knife quickly 
And exclaimed, Blood thu-sty tyrant. 
You have murdered my own loved one, 
"You shall die this very moment!" 
And I would no doubt have slain him, 
For my heart then yearned for vengeance. 
But my words were scarcely uttered 
Ere I heard a voice familiar 
Saying, Do not my dear husband. 
Though a tyrant he's my father. 
Turning I beheld my loved one 
With her face all bruised and bleeding. 
But there was a smile upon it 
As she earnestly besought me. 
In the soft and sweetest accents. 
Not to slay her cruel father. 
Turning quickly from her father, 
I sat^down and v/ept beside her, 
My whole frame shook with emotion 
As I spoke to her still weeping, 
Lucy dear, you must recover, 
For I cannot live without you. 
No! she answered, W^alter dearest, 
I must leave this world of sorrow, 
I am going to that Father 
Who is not a cruel tyrant, 
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Where I always shall be happy 

And you by and by will meet me. 

Then her father, who had risen, 

With a groan sank down beside her 

And in agony he muttered, 

It is true, I've been a tyrant, 

I have mAirdered my own daughter, 

forgive me Lucy darling? 

In a calm, sweet voice she answered, 
Freely I forgive you father, 

1 am going home to heaven, 
There to dwell in bliss forever, 

Let your life be pure from henceforth, 
So that you may come and meet me ; 
When my soul has left this body, 
Do not take me to the city. 
Bury me upon this mountain. 
On this spot where I am lying ; 
Those were the last she uttered ; 
Soon her spirit journeyed upward 
To Jerusalem in heaven. 
There to dwell in bliss forever. 
See, below the mansion stranger, 
A green mound bedecked with flowers, 
There my loved one now lies sleeping. 
Thirty years have I watched by her, 
And each day during the summer, 
On her grave I place fresh flowers. 
Both her father and her mother 
Died within six months thereafter, 
In their home in New York City, 
When they both returned in sorrow ; 
But e'er since, upon this mountain, 
In this cave I've lived a hermit 
And the mansion's walls have crumbled. 
And men never will rebuild them ; 
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Once a few men did attempt it, 
But the work was soon abandoned, 
For they say they saw the spirit 
Of my wife near by the mansion 
With her face all bruised and bleeding, 
Walking on the path below it, 
Singing, Walter you are lonely 
In this solitary mountain, 
But I now am living happy 
In that land so bright and golden, 
You will soon come forth to meet me 
And we'll dwell m bhss forever; 
I am going to her stranger, 
I'll not live another hour, 
Will you bury me beside her? 
Yes you will, I know you're willing! 
Then good bye, I'm going to heaven, 
There to meet my own, my loved one 
And we'll dwell in bliss forever 
In that land where there's no parting. 
Tlius the hermit spoke to Charles 
And his soul in peace departed. 
Tears of sorrow poured in torrents 
From the bright blue eyes of Charles 
As he viewed the aged hermit 
Lying still in death beside him ; 
Suddenly he started forward, 
As he heard a sweet voice calling, 
Wake up Charles, supper's ready ! 
And his wife stood there beside him, 
But not in the lonely mountain, 
He was home in his own study. 
While they sat at supper later. 
The whole dream he there related 
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To his wife who smiled so sweetly 
And thanked God that they were happy, 
Free from sorrow and misfortune 
And the tyranny of parents. 



ONLY A BOARDER. 

He's coming tomorrow, said John to his wife, 
I never saw such a young man in my life ! 
He's very good natured, I know he will pay 
The highest cash price for his board ev'ry day ! 
You can place in his room that old broken chair 
And that broken bed in the attic up there, 
For it won't do to use our good furniture so. 
For he's but a common young boarder you know ! 

But John, said his wife, there's one thing I dread, 
'Twill crowd us for room, vv^e'U have no spare bed. 
When vistors com.e to remain over night 
It will place me I fear in a sorrowful plig'ht? 
Our boarder, said John, will then have to share ! 
But John do you think 'twould be treating him fair? 
I'll manage that part, don't you bother me so. 
For he's but a common young boarder you know! 

But John there's no wardrobe in this house you know 
Except in that room, v»^here else shall we stow 
Away our old clothes, he will want ev'ry shelf 
In that one little wardrobe I'm sure for himself? 
O that will be easy, we'll play a sly ^ame, 
We'll place our old clothes in that wardrobe the same, 
While on the old chair all his clothes he can throw. 
For he's but a common young boarder you know. 

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The young man had been there a night and a day 

When cousin Jake came a short visit to pay, 

Said John to his boarder. He'll sleep in with \t)U, 

Your bed's wide enough I reckon for two? 

Not much, said the boarder, this room now is mine 

And to share part of it I most firmly decline ! 

Said John, You speak boldly, you'd better go slow, 

For you're but a common young boarder you know ! 

You're rig'ht there old man, but I care not for that, 

riJ not share this room with your cousin, that's flat. 

And if you cause trouble I'll quickly teach 3'ou 

What a common young boarder with such men can do ; 

My room, is my castle, get out then I say. 

And if you don't like it my board bill I'll pay 

And I'll pack up my trunk and away I will go. 

For I'm hiit a coD'i'"non young boarder you know ! 



ONLY A STUDENT. 

Delivered at a banquet given in honor of the Alumni 
of the different colleges and theological seminaries of the 
Reformed Church in the United States, represented in the 
Synod of the Interior, at Lone Tree, Iowa, Oct. 20, i< 

A poet sang long years ago 
About a man tossed to and fro 
Upon the broad and stormy sea, 
An outcast and a refugee, 
Who sought to find his gods a home. 
Who many miles abroad did roam ; 
That poet cried, "O muse relate 
Why man must suffer such a fate !" 
I have no muse to whom I sing, 
I laugh and scorn at such a thing, 
I sing the song of College boys, 
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Of the misfortunes and the joys 
Met in their Alma Mater hall 
Where they responded to roll-call ; 
If you kind friends assembled here 
Will to an humble bard give ear, 
I'll sing the sorrow and the joy 
Met by the average College boy. 

'Twas on the thirteenth day of September, 
That dreadful day he will always remember, 
The sun shone bright on all creation, 
The train pulled into the city station ; 
A handsome youth stepped down from a car 
Very much fatigued for he cam.e from afar, 
A brilliant youth in quest of knowledge, 
He came to town to enter our college, 
Only a student. 

A gruff old man, in a suit of drab. 
Said to the youth, "Will you have a cab?" 
''Don't care if I do," the youth replied, 
"I'm sure that I'll not object to a ride!" 
You can, I suppose, find Rumbaugh Hall, 
Or perhaps you too like others may call 
It the prison-house, where I must remain 
At least for one year for I am, 'tis plain. 
Only a student. 

He entered his room at Rumbaugh Hall, 
A dingy old room, scarcely furnished at all, 
No pitcher, no wash-bowl at all could he see, 
He wondered indeed what the matter could be, 
For the catalogue said, "A neat furnished room," 
The sight of that place filled his young heart with gloom. 
But what did the Faculty care for all that? 
They compelled him to stay and in dirt he sat, 
Only a student. 
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The next year he went down to West Chestnut Street 

And rented a room which looked very neat, 

His land-lady promised to keep it quite clean. 

He trusted that she would do nothing mean ; 

Only once in two weeks did she sweep that same room. 

Perhaps she desired to save her new broom. 

The dust on his looking glass so thick became 

That on it he wrote with his finger his name, 

Only a student. 
When he rented the room there were springs in the bed 
Which soon disappeared and old boards instead 
Where under his mattress so carelessly placed 
That he felt he had been completely disgraced ; 
The cover was thin and on a cold night 
He trem.bled and shivered and longed for day-light. 
But that lady ne'er once more cover supplied 
And night after night he shivered and cried. 

Only a student. 
One day, while reciting, some one in the crowd 
Began to v/histle a tune very loud, 
The professor accused himi of being the man 
Who whistled the tune, but the brave youth began 
His defence, said he, "Indeed 'twas not I ! 
Believe me Professor, I tell you no lie, 
You by your rem^arks very greatly wrong me, 
My vi^rd is of value, therefore, if I be 

Only a student. 
The angry professor in great rage replied, 
I knov/ that 'twas you. I feel satisfied ! 
You come to the Faculty meeting tonight 
Where we will teach you that you have no right 
To doubt an}i:hing a professor may say, 
I'm surprised that you've doubted my word here today, 
A professor ne'er says a word that's not true, 
I'm chief of the Faculty but what sir are you? 

Only a student. 
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I entered a church five years after that, 
An entire stranger and therefore I sat 
In the rearmost pew but I plainly could see 
The preacher whose face seemed familiar to me ; 
When he finished his sermon which I thought was grand, 
He came back to me and grasped my right hand, 
And then for the first time his name I recalled, 
Yes, he was the man whom the Faculty called. 
Only a student. 

He's preaching still out in Iowa, 
His church is filled ev'ry Sabbath Day 
With people who come many miles to hear 
The earnest young man whose name they revere ; 
Not one of them would ever come half so far 
Ev'ry Sunday to hear that stern professor 
Who wronged that brave youth so faithful and true, 
Who contemptuously said, ''What indeed sir are you? 
Only a student." 

That college still sttands upon the same hill. 
That stern old professor is teaching there still. 
But the lady who promJsed to keep the room neat. 
Has since moved away from West Chestnut Street ; 
Now if that professor and lady e'er stand 
Before the Just Jud,o:e, upon his right hand, 
With a crown of pure gold, from trouble set free, 
With bright ange hosts, I believe they will see 
Onlv a student. 



WILL NOT BUY A PUMP FOR HIS CISTERN OR 

WELL. 

Parody on ''Old Oaken Bucket." 

How dear to his heart is the farm of the landlord 
Which he has been watching for twenty long years. 
At least twice a week does he pay it a visit, 

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For e'en the most trustworthy farmer he fears ; 

Two spirited horses hitched up in a surrey 

Soon bring the old gentleman out to his farm, 

He spies the young farmer at work in the cornfield, 

With sweat on his brow for the weather is warm ; 

That stingy old landlord who drives that fine surrey, 

Will not buy his farmer a good dinner bell, 

But what is more wonderful he is too stingy 

To place a good pump in his cistern or well ; 

That greedy old landlord, that gold loving landlord, 

Will not buy a pump for his cistern or well. 

The palings vv-'hich once formed a fence round the garden 
Are scattered about o'er the yard ev'rywhere. 
The chickens and pigs can be kept out no longer 
And still he refuses to put a fence there ; 
The pig-pen is shabby, the hen-house has fallen, 
The rooster crows sadly, "O what shall we do?" 
While the cows who must pass ev'ry night without cover, 
All morunfully answer the rooster, "Boo-oo!" 
While the farmer's young wife, with her back almost break- 
ing, 
Toils with the well-rope, singing, "When, can you tell? 
Will our greedy old landlord once come to his senses 
And place a good pump in this troublesome wxll ? 
That greedy old landlord, that gold loving landlord, 
Will not buy a pump for his cistern or well. 

O stingy old landlord, still striving for wealth, 
Have mercy upon your yonng farmer I pray! 
For how do you know but that this very night 
You by death's strong hand will be carried away? 
And do you expect to be carried to heaven 
And wear a bright crown of the faithful and true? 
Not likely you'll wear the bright crown but more likely 
You'll hear a voice say, ''I have never known you!" 
Then you will depart on the road which goes downward , 

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Which terminates at the dark region called hell, 
For there is no room for the man, np in heaven, 
Who never would purchase a pump for his well. 
For that greedy landlord, that gold loving landlord, 
Who never would purchase a pump for his well. 



THE ASSASSINATION OF POSTMASTER FRAZER 
B. BAKER AT LAKE CITY, S. C, FEB. 22, 1898 

When heathenism reigned supreme 

And despots sat on thrones, 

Outrages were a common thing, 

And sighs and tears and moans ; 

To despots then it gave delight 

To see blood flow in streams, 

It seems that they could not be moved 

By pain or children's screams. 

But tyrants are not all dead yet. 

Nor men with hearts of stone. 

As the outrage in Lake City 

Has very clearly shown ; 

Where it is said a hundred men. 

At one o'clock at night, 

Attacked a man and his small child 

And murdered them outright. 

A hundred men, did I say that ? 
Not men but fiends were they ; 
No, men do not commit such crimes 
In this enlightened day ! 
A crime committed on that day 
Which we all celebrate 
In honor of that one who saved 
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Our country from sad fate. 
O my dear country ! can it be 
That such disgraceful crimes 
Shall be permitted year by year 
In these enlig'htened times ? 
You say, O no! let justice then 
Be meted to each one, 
Let men appointed for the work 
See that it's quickly done. 



TO THE MEMORY OF HUGH MCALLISTER 
BEAVER. 
When Jesus Journeyed in Peraea, 
While fleeing from the Jews, 
From Bethany came messengers 
With sad and mourful news. 

"Lord, he whom thou dost love is sick ;" 
These were the words they said. 
When he arrived at Bethany, 
He whom he loved was dead. 

From Bellefonte comes to us sad news, 
So sad our hearts seem crushed. 
That Hugh, whom we all loved, is dead. 
Whose voice oft heard is hushed. 

That voice we loved to listen to 

In the Y. M. C. A., 

That voice which filled my soul with joy 

One joyful Sabbath day. 

'Tis hushed, he's dead, but still he lives. 
He lives within our hearts, 
The Christian leaves his fruits behind 
Whene'er his soul departs. 
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We mourn, our loss is great, but we 
Can sing with one accord. 
Those words which can great comfort give, 
"Forever with the Lord." 



SIMON OF CYRENE. 

After the sentence is pronounced, 
For which the multitude had cried, 
The Son of God is led away 
To be taunted, mocked and crucified. 

Before they lead our Lord away 
To the place of skull, or Calvary, 
They lay on him the cruel cross 
Which Christians call the accursed tree. 

But bitter grief and agony 
And loss of sleep and want of food, 
Have made the Son of God so weak, 
He scarce can lift the cross of wood. 

But just outside the city gate, 
A man appears upon the scene — 
A stranger, trav'ling on his way, 
They call him Sim.on of Cyrene. 

The Savior can no longer bear 
The heavy cross which on him lies, 
He faints, he falls beneath the load — 
While foes still taunt him with their cries. 

The furious crowd, enraged because 
These circumstances cause delay. 
Seize Simon, whom they now compel 
To bear the cross upon the way. 
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Then Simon, with the heavy cross, 
Walks up to Calv'rys mountain side, 
Where Jesus, who was led before, — 
Is cruelly mocked and crucified. 

Does that man Simon truly know 
That the noble act which he has done, 
Will be repeated every day 
As long as Christian ages run. 
Oft when the evil one insists 
That v/e of evil m.ust partake, 
We'll imitate that noble man 
And bear the cross for jesus' sake. 



A MEYRRSDALE ROMANCE. 

Old Darby's wife died yesterday. 
He took it hard indeed, 
Declaring that 'twas harvest time 
When man had greatest need 
Of woman's help out in the fields 
And in the house as well, 
Said he, ''Who is to help m.e now, 
I'm sure I cannot tell? 

Last night a dozen neighbors came 
And held a lively wake, 
They had no sympathy for him, 
But came for fashion's sake ; 
Old Darby stood beside the corpse 
And gazed upon the face. 
Said he, "Indeed I'd rather lost 
The best cow on the place!" 

He had a handsome servant girl 
Whose name was Patience Steele, 
She was one of those servants v/ho 
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Could cook a splendid meal ; 
She was but seventeen years old, 
Darby was sixty-three, 
And he was soft enough to think 
That she his wife might be. 

To-day they buried his dead wife, 
And while they tolled the bell, 
He carried on most dreadfully, 
Set up a hideous yell ; 
The parson tried to comfort him, 
Have patience now, said he. 
That's who I want, old Darby said, 
But she does not want me. 



THE OLD FORSAKEN SAW-MILL, 

I've traveled o'er the country John, 

O'er river, hill and plain, 

Most scenes have filled my heart with joy, 

But one fills me with pain ; 

As I sat down to view the scenes 

From this familiar hill, 

My vision chanced to light upon 

That old decayed saw-mill. 

Both you and I remember well, 
How, down from this green hill, 
Some thirty years ago we dragged 
Huge logs to that saw-mill ; 
And how Ed Brinker and Jim Brown 
Would saw them into boards. 
And how they oftimes would dispute 
And use such nasty words. 
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And you remember well, dear John, 
How Ed and big Jim Brown 
Quarreled one day and then they fought 
And Ed knocked big Jim down ; 
They both have long since gone to rest, 
They sleep in yonder plain, 
The saw-mill is forsaken now. 
But you and I remain. 

The roof, I see, has fallen in. 

The saw stands upright still, 

The little brook tiows just the same. 

Which turned the old saw-mill ; 

But it will never hum again, 

I heard the owner say 

That he on Monday morn would tear 

The old saw-mill away. 

I've been a hardened lad, dear John, 

I've wandered from my God, 

For many years I've been profane. 

The downward path I've trod ; 

But tears came m my eyes to day. 

As from this bright green hill, 

I viewed the scenes of boyhood days 

Around that old saw-mill. 

I thought of my dear, happy home, 
Of mother, long since dead, 
How at her knee I said my prayers 
Before I went to bed ; 
I have not said them once since then, 
In all these thirty years, 
And that is why that old saw-mill 
Brings to my eyes fresh tears. 
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But I've resolved this day, dear John, 

That I will roam no more, 

But will henceforth prepare to meet 

My mother at heaven's door; 

And when I'm called, dear John, I hope 

They'll lay me near this hill, 

Near by the scenes of bo3^hood days. 

Near by that old saw-mill. 



THE COAL MINER'S BOY, 

Long before the morning's light 
Comes or ere the shades of night 
Disappear and the sun's ray 
Brings to life another day. 
Routed from his cosy bed, 
With a pit-lamp on his head. 
Goes the poor young lad of twelve 
To the dark mines ,there to delve 
With his pick into the coal, 
While he hears the rumbling roll 
Of the wagons all the day 
Hauling the loose coal away. 

While that poor lad labors there 
He meets men who curse and swear 
At the mules who balk and back, 
Shoving v/agons off the track; 
Do you wonder that that lad 
In a short time too grows bad, 
And will freely curse and swear 
In the pit or anywhere? 
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I have worked in a coal-mine, 

Oft I've sat alone to dine 

On the contents of my pail, 

While I sat upon a rail 

On the narrow wagon track, 

With my face and hands all black; 

While I sat and ate my meal 

Mice would often near me steal. 

Winter's snow and chilling cold 

Forced them there and made them bold; 

I w^ould feed them when they came, 

And they soon grew very tam.e. 



While I worked day after day 
In the same old slavish way 
With the miner's pointed tool, 
Oft I longed to be in school ; 
In disgust one April day, 
I flung all my tools away 
And I said, I now decline 
To work longer in this mine! 
Said my boss, Now^ is that true, 
V/hat do you intend to do? 



I replied, I'll go to school ! 
He replied, You are a fool ! 
How do you expect to pay 
Your expenses all the way? 
I replied, I do not know. 
But I do intend to go. 
Many great men once were poor, 
Poor as I am, I am sure, 
What man has done man can do, 
I feel sure that I'll get through ! 
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He replied, Have your own way! 

You'll be coming back some day 

And will not feel half so big, 

But will gladly go and dig 

In this same old mining hole 

Where you've many years dug coal, 

You will never teach a school, 

If you do, count me a fool, 

That is all, here is your pay, 

You can come back any day! 

Oft I've passed that mine since then 

With my books, time and again 

While I taught the district school, 

No one called me then a fool ; 

That same foreman said, well done! 

I'm indeed the foolish one, 

I shall ne'er forget that day 

When you threw your tools away 

And declared you'd go to school, 

How I laughed and said, you fool! 

How do you expect to pay 

Your expenses all the way? 

Now since you have braved it through, 

My best wishes go with you. 



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(Tbilbren's Cornet. 



THE THREE PRECIOUS JEWELS, 

Three children played upon a lawn, 
Two sisters and a brother, 
The three were never known to quarrel, 
They dearly loved each other. 

A very pleasant time they had. 
It was a holiday. 

But now i\ ^y'd stopped to meditate 
What game they next would play. 

At last, with joy, young George cried out, 

I have a splendid one : 

We'll play that we are poets, say! 

O won't that be fine fun? 

O yes we will! said little Grace. 
What will you write about? 
I'll write a rhyme on Mother Goose, 
How she and Jack fell out. 

And I, said Pet, will write about 
A little girl named Shock 
Who dreamed that she sat by a stream 
Upon a treacherous rock. 

And I, said George, will tell about 
Where all good children go, 
And also how the wicked ones 
Shall suffer down below. 
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So now, dear Grace, you must write first. 
Ah, you are ready! read 
About your friend, old Mother Goose, 
While Pet and I give heed. 

(Grace reads.) 

Old Mother Goose 

One day let loose 

Some rude abuse 

On her son Jack; 

Then up Jack jumped. 

Her head he bumped 

And then he thumped 

Her on her back. 

Ha, ha, laughed George and Pet at once, 
That truly was well done ! 
It served her right I think, said George, 
We're having loads of fun! [j 

Now Pet let's hear you read your rhyme 
About your little miaid, 
What is her name? O yes 'tis Shock, 
You'll beat me I'm afraid! 

(Pet reads.) 

Miss Mary Shock 

In a white frock 

Sat on a rock 

Beside a stream ; 

She felt a stroke. 

The rock it broke, 

Then she awoke. 

It was a dream. 

Hurrah for Pet, said George, that's good! 
I say so too, said Grace ; 
'Tis better far than mine I'm sure. 
We'll give to her first place ! 
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''CHARLIE AT THE FARM. 




So they caught the rooster 
After a long chase. 



Now George, we've waited long enough, 
'Tis time that we hear you ! 
All right, said George, so then here goes 
The best that I can do! 

George reads.) 

The good fly high 

Above the sky 

And then draw night 

To heaven's gate ; 

The wicked go 

Far down below 

And suffer so 

An awful fate. 

The best by far I say, said Pet, 
Most excellent, said Grace ; 
I hope that we may all fly high 
And find a resting place ! 

God bless these happy children three. 
And bless the lines they read. 
And may they all througli life partake 
Of Chirst the Living Bread. 

Increase their talents Savior dear, 
And may their light so shine 
That others may their good deeds see 
And also mav be thme. 



CHARLIE AT THE FARM. 

Charlie lives in Pittsburg, 
On Fifth Avenue, 
In a costly mansion. 
All around which grew 
Bright and lovely flowers. 
On rich, costly beds, 
Over which the maples 
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Bent their graceful heads; 

Bump, bump! 
Go the street cars with a boom, 

Jump, jump! 
Everybody give them room. 

CharHe had a cousin, 
Little Jimmy Brown, 
Who hved in the country, 
Twenty miles from town ; 
Charlie paid a visit 
To his uncle's farm 
In the month of August 
When the days were warm; 

Run, run! 
What a happy pair, 

Fun, fun! 
They had everywhere. 

Jimmy! called his mother, 
Come here quick! she said, 
Go and catch that rooster 
And clop off his head; 
You and cousin Charlie 
Both shall have a stew; 
He is fat and tender, 
Just the thing for you ; 

Rap, rap! 
Of¥ sped the two, 

Flap, flap ! 
Gookle, gookle, goo-koo! 

So they caught the rooster 
After a long chase, 
But the huge old fellow 
Flapped them m tlie face; 
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But they held on bravely, 
Both as best they could, 
Soon they stretched him over 
A huge block of wood ; 

Chop, chop ! 
OflF goes his head, 

Flop, flop ! 
Now the rooster's dead. 



What a dainty dinner 
Those two boys did eat, 
That old rooster roasted 
Surely was a treat ; 
Four more days did Charlie 
Spend upon the farm. 
Chasing pigs and chickens, 
Doing them no harm ; 

Sqeak, squeak ! 
The pigs ran to their pen, 

Sneak, sneak ! 
Don't you come again. 



When the days were over, 
Charlie on his bike. 
Started back to Pittsburg 
O'er the old clay-pike ; 
Though the roads were dusty 
And the sun's rays warm. 
He enjoyed his visit 
To his uncle's farm ; 

Fly, fly ! 
Said the shanghai hen, 

Bye, bye! 
Charlie come again. 



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YOU MAY GO THERE TOO. 

Once there was an atheist 

Who said there was no God, 

And when he died they buried him 

Away beneath the sod ; 

The preacher shook his head and said, 

Now boys and girls beware, 

Be not hke this bad man, for he 

Has gone away down there 

Where they have got a great big fire 

Which burns the whole day through, 

And if you don't be good always, 

You will go down there too! 



Once there was a naughty boy 

Who would not mind his ma, 

And when she told him to be good, 

He answered her, Baa-a-a! 

And one day he fell down the stairs 

And broke his naughty head 

And now he never says baa-a-a! 

Because the bad boy's dead : 

So little boys mind what I say 

And to your ma be true 

Or some day you may break your head 

By falling down stairs too. 

Once there was a naughty girl 
Who used to stamp her foot 
And turn her lip up just like that. 
And say. No I won't do it! 
One day she fell into a well 
And no one heard her cry, 
And no one came to help her out 
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But left her there to die ; 
So Httle girls whene'er your ma 
Tells you what you must do. 
Don't say you won't do it, or you 
Will fall in a well too. 



LONG AGO. 



A little boy played in the sand 

Beneath the chestnut's shade, 

There he sat on summer days 

And dug with his small spade ; 

His sister Lucy played with him, 

She had a china mug 

Which she kept filling with the sand 

Which little Harry dug ; 

While Bob, the rooster on the fence, 

Would stretch his neck and crow ; 

Thus days were passed at Brown's old farm, 

But it was long ago. 

Beyond the brook Dick plowed the corn 

Which now had grown quite tall. 

He drove two glossy old black mares 

Whose names were Bird and Doll ; 

From morn till eve the voice of Dick 

All o'er the farm was heard, 

Get up, you lazy critter, Doll, 

Get up there now, ge Bird ! 

While jake and George were building fence 

Around the field below, 

Day after day they labored there, 

But that was long ago. 

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In a few days the men went forth 

To cut the golden wheat, 

Dick drove the reaper round the field 

Beneath the scorching heat ; 

Five other men kept following him 

And bound the yellow grain, 

While two more placed the sheaves in shocks. 

Protecting it from rain ; 

While Harry carried water from 

The cool spring down below, 

And thus the harvesting went on, 

But that was long ago. 

One morning when young Harry woke 

He heard a rumbling sound, 

The sound protruded from the barn 

And seemed to shake the ground ; 

He hurried out and there beheld 

Eight horses walking round, 

They turned the monstrous wheel which made 

A clattering, buzzing sound 

While from the mow men threw the sheaves 

Down to the floor below, 

It was the farmers threshing day, 

But that was long ago. 

One day Harry climbed upon 

A slender chestnut tree, 

He climbed until full forty feet 

Above the ground was he ; 

He shook the chestnuts from the boughs 

While Lucy gathered them. 

She laughed with glee when once she found 

Five burrs upon one stem ; 

Whack ! went the bough and Harry fell 

Down to the ground below, 

There stunned and motionless he lay, 

But it was long ago. 

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PcMDr Lucy ran down to the house, 

Her face was deathly pale. 

She met her mother but could not 

Relate the awful tale; 

But mother guessed the truth at once 

And filled with agony, 

Ran to the spot where Harry lay 

Beneath the chestnut tree ; 

She carried him down to the house. 

And though he suffered so, 

He soon recovered from his fall, 

But that was long ago. 

One day, in the old district school. 

Young Harry, on tlie sly. 

With a long pin stuck Johnnie Young, 

Which made the poor boy cry ; 

Alas for Harry, dearly he 

Paid for his naughty trick ; 

The teacher saw him and quickly 

Picked up a hickory stick, 

Then jerking Harry from his seat, 

He rained blow after blow 

Upon his back while Harry roared. 

But that was long ago. 

Twas long ago, that Harry now 

Is thirty-three years old, 

He's been to college and is now 

A shepherd of a fold ; 

He preaches in a country church 

The sacred Gospel truth, 

But still delights oft to recall 

Those pleasant days of youth ; 

His one object is to teach men 

All to prepare to go 

Up to that home to which our Lord 

Ascended long ago. 

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RAIN AND SUNSHINE. 

Little Lucy had been naughty 
Just because it rained that day, 
And the roads were made so muddy 
She could not go out and play. 

Bright and early she had risen, 
But the rain was pouring down. 
On her face there beamed no sunshine, 
It was clouded with a frown. 

All day long poor little Lucy 
Was so wretched and unhappy, 
And e'en to her patient mother, 
Was so very cross and snappy. 

But when night came she was sorry 
And with sad heart went up stairs 
To her quiet little bed-room 
And repentant said her prayers. 

Dear Lord Jesus I've been naughty 
Every hour throughout this day, 
I am that poor lamb which wandered 
Fromi thy fold so far away. 

But dear Lord truly I'm sorry 
That I've caused Thee grief to-day, 
By Thy precious blood, dear Savior, 
Wash my many sins av/ay. 

And throughout my life from henceforth 
Make me feel that Thou art near. 
May my life be always sunshine, 
Though the days be dark and drear. 
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Jesus Christ, who ever watches 
O'er his lambs with tender care, 
Even thoug'h they wander from Kim, 
Heard her simple, earnest prayer. 

For from that day forth young Lucy 
Was a brig-ht and shining light, 
When the days were dark and dreary 
She was sunshine fair and bright. 



NOTHING IN IT. 

I wrapped up an empty box so neat 
And dropped it carelessly on the street, 
Soon a stylish lady espied the thing 
And picked k up and untied the string ; 
She looked up street then down again, 
She opened the box, looked in, and then 
She suddenly threw it against the wall. 
Then sauntered off and that v/as all. 



DON'T YOU THINK SOf 



W^hen wagons go a rattling past 
And clouds of dust fly thick and fast, 
Which float in through your open door 
And settle on your polished floor, 
Upon your stand and rocking chair 
And rugs and books and everywhere, 
When one can never keep things clean, 
It makes a fellow feel quite mean ? 
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/ SHOULD THINK SO. 

I saw a wonderful thing, said Ray, 
At Conemaugli station the other day ; 
A train struck a man before my eyes 
And severed both legs right at the thighs, 
And severed one of his arms also, 
I never thought a man crushed so 
Could live more than a little spell, 
But he's still living and will get well. 

O that is nothing, said Albert Shaw, 
Compared to a man whom I once saw 
When I railroaded away out west. 
He was cut in two right across the breast, 
And do you mean, Albert, to say 
That man still lived? inquired Ray, 
O no, indeed ! Albert replied, 
O no indeed, that fellow died ! 



HE MIGHT HAVE KNOWN IT. 

One day young Jeremiah Chew, 
Who lived in the little town of Bellevue, 
Got drunk and before anybody knew, 
He went and on the railroad threw 
Himself when the swift express was due. 
Very soon it came thundering through 
And cut the poor fellow right in two, 
What would you expect a train to do? 



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THE LITTLE BOY AND GIRL OF BARLOW 



There was a little boy, 

Whose name was Edgar Roy, 
Who lived in the village of Barlow ; 

He was gentle and kind, 

I'm sure I could not find 
One better among all the boys that I know 



There was a little girl, 

Whose name was Laura Pearl, 
Lived in the village of Barlow also; 

She was tender and sweet 

As any you could meet, 
With smiles all day her face was aglow. 



This gentle little boy, 
Whose name was Edgar Roy, 

Played daily with the sweet little maiden, 
The tender little girl, 
Whose name was Laura Pearl, 

Neath the apple trees with blossoms laden. 



I wash that every boy 

Were like my Edgar Roy, 
And would never get angry or snappy ; 

And every little girl 

Were like my Laura Pearl, 
Would not the world be cheerful and happy? 



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They started on their journey and traveled all that day 
And when night overtook them they were many miles away ; 
They entered a large forest and soon were out of sight 
Of fields and barns and houses and, halted for the night ; 
They sat dov/n by a brooklet and like the maid Bopeep, 
Before they really knev/ it both had fallen fast asleep. 
Not far from v/here they slumbered there lived a huge black 

bear, 
The breezes gently murmured, Beware, my friends, beware ! 
Alas for hog and gobbler, the wicked, hungry sinner 
Just happened to be searching for a luscious Christmas 

dinner ; 
When he beheld the trav'lers he could scarce believe his 

eyes. 
He sm.acked his lips in triumph and quickly seized the prize ; 
The gobbler flopped and struggled and cried out, quit-quit- 
quit ! 
The hoggie squealed and grunted but nothing gained by it ; 
Off to his cave he sauntered and to his housewife said, 
Behold our Christmxas dinner, wring off this gobbler's head 
The first thing in the morning, and now we'll go to bed 
For I am feeling tired, I've been trav'ling all the day, 
Now close the door securely lest these creatures get away. 
Soon both the bears were sleeping, when both began to snore, 
The hog with his proboscis soon opened up the door ; 
Come now my old friend turkey, in triumph whispered he, 
I've forced the cave-door open and we again are free. 
A bright thought struck the hoggie, he thought of a good 

plan 
To be revenged on Bruin and very soon began 
To root up ground around hmi and pile it in the door 
And very soon the entrance to the cave was covered o'er ; 
Both of the bears were smothered while lying on their bed 
And when the cave was opened the hog found both were 
dead. 

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So thz hoggie and the gobbler took up their quarters there 
And many days thereafter they ate meat from the bear, 
And in that cave of Bruins, beneath a large green hill, 
For aught I know, the gobbler and the hog are dwelling 
still. 



THE MONSTROUS FAMILY. 

Tomcat, guinea-pig, shepherd-dog, 
Peacock, turkey, Berkshire hog, 
Pug-dog, poodle-dog and raccoon, 
White duck, black duck, penguin, loon, 
Reindeer, big-horn, tall giraffe, 
Herferd, holstein, durham calf. 
Lion, tiger, grizzly bear. 
Possum, rabbit, beaver, hare, 
Leopard, puma and cougar, 
Tapir, chamois, jaguar, 
Elephant, camel and ground-hog, 
White rat, gray rat, fierce bull-dog, 
Nanny-goat, billy-goat and donkey, 
Make a monstrous family. 



A HAPPY THOUGHT. 

Kindness, tenderness, longsuffering, 
Temperance, goodness, meekness, love. 
Peace and happiness to us bring 
And prepare us for above, 
For the mansions bright as gold, 
Whidh our Savior doth prepare 
For the sheep of his bright fold 
Who will reign forever there. 
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DOT GOBBLER. 

Dot gobbler he vas of dot kind 

Dot veighs bond tirty bounds, 

Und like dot queen dressed oop so vine, 

He struts himself arounds. 

Und ven he struts, town vrom his nose, 
Dere hangs a pig red snovel, 
De shildrens are avraid of him, 
Dey tinks he's somedings ovvel. 

I feeds him more as seven months 
Den comed Tanksgivmg tay, 
I tinks dot I vill cotch him den 
Und take his het avay. 

So on dot nig'ht before dot tay, 
M\t lantern I vent oud 
To cotch him but, now vot you tink ? 
He vas no blace aboud. 

I tells you I vas offul mat, 
I almost tooked von fit 
Pecause I could not find dot turk, 
It did not help von bit. 

I could not find him anyvere, 
I hunted high uni low, 
I vent back g rowling to myself, 
Vere did dot turkey go? 

Next morning I vent out again. 
No gobbler could l see, 
I hunted und I grumbled oud, 
Vere can dot gobbler be? 
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At last I yust made oop my mind 
Dot he had goned to stay, 
Dere vas no gobbler et by us 
On dot Tanksgiving-day. 

But vot you tink? vent I vent oud 
Next tay, dere by de toor 
Vas dot old gobbler, pig and broud, 
A strutting as pefore. 

Dot galendar vich hung upon 
De vail I tooked avay 
Because I plieve dot gobbler read 
Ven corned Tanksgiving-tay. 



JUST WHAT HE WANTED. 

3 picas indt. 

Said she, George it has been two years 
Since you began to go with me, 
You've gone through college, now I'd like 
To know what you intend to be? 
Said he, I'll be a preacher, Maud, 
And teach men how to do what's rig-ht. 
The Church has need of true young men. 
Young men of learning, pure and bright. 
Said she, you do not mean that George? 
Indeed, said he, it is the truth, 
The thought came to me long ago, 
When I was but an humble youth; 
Said she, I want a man of wealth, 
So George I cannot marry you. 
Said he, Miss Maud I'm satisfied, 
I did not mean to ask you to. 
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temperance poems 



HOW LUCY'S HUSBAND CAME HOME. 

'Twas past the midnight hour, 
Three children lay around 
Upon the floor asleep, but she 
Trembles at every sound ; 
That mother's face is pale, 
She dare not think of sleep. 
Weary, she sits upon her c'hair 
And bows her head to weep. 

where is he to night 
Who but six years ago, 

Vovv^ed that he'd give his life for me, 
Because he loved me so? 
Alas, how oft since then 
Has he most brutally 
Abused m^e day and night and oft 
Inflicted blows on me. 

Alas, too well I know 

That I to night could find 

Him in the club-room, that vile hell. 

With others of his kind ! 

1 dare not close my eyes, 
I sit in misery. 

Lest he come home and murder both 
Myself and children three. 
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Hark, hear that sound, 'tis he ! 

O mercy on us then ! 

O who will come to rescue us? 

Hark, there it is again ! 

What voice is that I hear? 

I've heard that voice before, 

It is my brother George, wlio calls, 

Lucy open the door. 

With joy she turns the key, 

Without the least alarm, 

One cry of joy she gave and then 

Fell fainting on his arm ; 

Quickly he raised her up 

And bore her to her cliair, 

Around which lay her children three, 

And placed her gently there. 

She soon again revived, 

O brother George, said she, 

'Tis three years since you sailed away 

Across the stormy sea! 

Alas, how times have dhanged, 

My husband then did well 

But now he will not work but loafs 

About the club-room hell! 

There's where he is to night 
Drunken with wine and beer, 
While I with these dear children three, 
Must sit thus sleepless here, 
Lest he come home in rage 
And kill us all outright 
And that is why Fm still awake 
At this late hour of night. 
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The drunken sot, said George, 
Lucy now go to bed, 
I'll guard you and if he comes near 
I'll break his drunken head ! 
O no dear George, do not. 
Though bad, he has a soul. 
Perhaps he later may reform 
And shun the drunkard's bowl ! 

Down street a man came running, he paused before the door, 
Four men followed him slowly, who on a stretcher bore 
A body which was lifeless, from which still rose the fume 
Of rotten beer and whisky drank at Broad Street club-room. 

Into the house they bore him, his face now cold and pale, 
A gaping wound upon him told plainly the sad tale, 
The drunkard had been murdered while in a gambling hole, 
His voice is hushed forever, but O where is his soul? 

The mother's face is pale. 

She stands alone beside 

The form of him who years before 

Took her to be his bride ; 

No hope at all has she, 

O sad indeed his fate. 

The Bible says, "No drunkard e'er 

Shall enter heaven's gate !" 

Young man, old man, do you 
Frequent the vile club-room? 
O shun it for it is the road 
Which leads you on to doom ! 
Heed those stern words of Paul 
Before it is too late, 
Those av/ful words, "No drunkard e'er 
Shall enter heaven's gate." 
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THE RUM-SELLER'S DREAM, 

On his rich bed of down a rum-seller lay, — 
The clock on the shelf had already struck tv/o ; 
As he thoug'ht of the rum he had sold that day, — 
The form of the drunkard arose to his view. 

He dreamed of the judgment wh^ich he had been told 
Would be meted to all at the end of the world, 
When Jesus v/ould gather his own to his fold, 
But the wicked to doom would quickly be hurled. 

An angel bends o'er him with countenance sad, 
But in a stern voice commands him to rise 
And hear the Judge tell of his actions so bad. 
Of the drunkards he made and the redness of eyes. 

With trembling and fear he approaches the stand 
And hears the stern voice of the Judge of all men 
Proclaim from the book which he held in his hand, 
His actions on earth to him over again. 

Hark! Who is that man w'ho before him has come, 
Who pleads with the Judge m mercy to save? 
Ah, 'tis one to whom he had often sold rum, 
And caused him to fill a wretched drunkard's grave ! 

Then the Judge speaks to him in a voice loud and plain, 
While he points to the drunkard still standing in view ; 
Behold one of many your traffic has slain, 
His presence condemns you and hell is your due! 

And when he had spoken a dragon drew near 
And with a loud roar like that of a lion 
He coiled around the wretch who trembled with fear. 
And bound him with fetters like strongest of iron. 

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Then downward and downward through darkness he bore 

him, 
In vain the lost pleads that his bonds he would sever, 
In the Bottomless- Pit he shut the wretch in 
And there he'll torment him forever and ever. 

O rum-seller, rum-seller, never again 

Will you rest on your soft downy bed, — 

No more will your rum cause the drunkard's wife pain. 

For you are now numbered along with the dead. 

Ages shall pass and even time shall end, 
And Satan still mock thee with fiery bowl, 
Misery and woe in eternity you'll spend. 
For hell is your portion and lost is your soul. 



WHERE I HAVE BEEN, WHAT I HAVE DONE AND 
WHO I AM. 

I have been with Noah, the Patriarch, 
I tempted him when Plam was nigh, 
After he came forth from the Ark, 
I threw him down and left him lie. 

I followed Lot to to a miountain cave, 
To a lonely, wild, secluded place, — 
I caused his daughters to deprave 
And plunge him deep into disgrace. 

When Belshazer his banquet held 
Within his grand and royal hall, 
I saw his face when he beheld 
The hand that v/rote upon the wall. 
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When Daniel was in Babylon, 
I tried to cause him grief and woe, 
But Daniel said to me, "Be gone," 
And hence I was compelled to go. 



There was a man who, many say. 
Subdued the world but could not save 
Himself from woe, for I one day 
Hurled him into a drunkard's grave. 



I thought one day I'd make an end 
Of all the converts made by Paul, 
But he cried out, "li 'twill offend. 
You'd better drink no wine at all." 



I'm never idle for an hour, 
'Tis my delight to ruin men, — 
And when I get them in my power 
I send them down to Satan's den. 



He says to men, *'You need not fear. 
The drunkard none will dare condemn, 
I send him thousands ev'ry year 
And he delights to torture them. 



Who is it then, you ask at length. 
Who caused so many men to fall? 
Well I'm a king of mighty strength, 
My name is old king Alcohol. 



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LEAVE THAT CREPE UPON THAT DOOR. 

While seated at the dinner table, Aug. 9, 1898, at my 
boarding house in Shelbyville, 111., a young lady remarked, 
"I saw crepe upon a barroom door down street today, I 
wonder who is dead?" I replied, ''Crepe is a good thing 
for on a barroom door ; it is a sign of death, and the bar- 
room brings death to many thousands every' year !" Re- 
turning to my study shortly afterwards I sat down and 
wrote the following lines : 



I walked down street this afternoon, 
I passed by Jim McCoy's saloon, 
A place I oft had passed before, 
I saw a black crepe upon the door. 

A dozen topers raised a shout 
And tried to call the landlord out. 
He answered from the second floor, 
Can't you see what's on that door? 

One of the topers, old and bent. 

Then asked me what that black cloth meant. 

That is a sign of death, I said, 

Someone within that house is dead ! 

A sign of death, said he, well then 
It's just the thing for that foul den. 
For rest assured where they sell rum 
Eternal death is sure to come. 

I am a drunkard, old and gray, 
I know there's truth in what I say. 
For I have been e'er since a boy, 
A customer of Jim McCoy. 
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O if that crepe had there been placed 
Before my name had been disgraced I 
And had that door always been closed 
And I not to strong drink exposed, 

My wife would not today lie still 
In that grave-yard upon that hill, 
For I, when drunk, dealt her that blow 
Which caused her death, as many know. 

My daughter would not be insane, 
Nor I be filled with grief and pain 
If crepe had always there been hung 
To warn all men both old and young. 

Jim McCoy, O Jim McCoy, 

1 know I'm lost, but see that boy ! 
I once was bright and pure as he, 
Before your door opened to me. 

O Jim, let me make one request 
Before they lay my form to rest! 
Open that vile saloon no more, 
But leave that crepe upon that door. 



ONCE THE DEVIL GOT ON TOP BUT AT LAST I 
GOT HIM DOWN. 

It was in a wicked city. 
In the state of Illinois, 
Where I wrestled with the Devil, 
Tried to rescue girls and boys ; 
I will tell you all about it, 
How we wrestled in that town, 
Once the Devil got on top me 
And a long time held me down. 
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When two men attempt to wrestle, 
You perhaps already know, 
He who has a crowd to cheer him 
Always stands the better show ; 
When we wrestled, many thousands 
Cheered the Devil in that town, 
Hence the Devil got on top me 
And a long time held me down. 

In that city the rum traffic 
Held for years the upper hand, 
There the Devil gave directions 
To his large, obedient band 
Who stood behind the counters, 
Quaffed the contents of the bowl. 
Dealt it out to wretched topers. 
Bringing ruin to the soul. 

By and by my crowd grew larger 
And they cheered with all their might 
And the next time the old Devil 
Came around to have a fight, 
I could say, when we had iinished, 
To the people of that town, 
Once the Devil got on top me 
But tonight I threw him down. 

Then the Devil's crov/d grew furious 
And soon set another day, 
Saying that we'd have it over, 
Crying, Give our side fair play ! 
So upon a certain Monday, 
Came the people of that town 
Forth to see me taunt the Devil 
Whom I lately had thrown down. 
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But it happened that the women 
Came to cheer me on that day, 
When the Devil's crowd beheld them 
Many turned and ran away ; 
Mr. Devil grew disheartened, 
For I saw him scowd and frown, 
And again I got on top him 
And securely held him down. 

Then those women raised their voices. 
Sending forth cheer after cheer, 
Saying, You have downed the Devil, 
Keep him down at least a year ! 
Now I stand o'er him triumphant 
And proclaim to that small town. 
Once the Devil got on top me. 
But at last I got him down. 



HER LAST TRIP WITH THE JUG. 

I saw a maiden sweet 

Pass along a narrow street, 

All alone ; 
In one hand I saw a mug. 
In the other a large jug 

Made of stone. 

I followed her and soon 
Saw her enter a saloon 

Which was near, 
The landlord took tlie mug 
And filled her large stone jug 

Full of beer. 
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Then he placed it on her head 
And to the poor maid said, 

Hurry home ; 
For your daddy I should think 
Will be thirsty for a drink 

Ere you come ! 

Then with a sigh of pain 
She started home again 

With her beer ; 
That her father was a sot 
And sad had been her lot, 

It was clear. 

I noticed she was weak 
And concluded I would speak 

To the maid ; 
For if she would tell to me 
All her troubles, possibly 

I might aid. 

Just then she tripped and fell 
And I scarcely need to tell 

What took place ; 
The fall had crushed the jug 
And some pieces of the mug 

Cut her face. 



I helped the maid to rise, 
Who looked up in surprise, 

While she said, 
My father sent me here 
For this jug of lager beer,- 

Mother's dead! 
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how I wish he'd cease 

His driinkenness, 'twould please 
Me so v\ ell, — 

1 hate the wicked bowl 
Which casts the ruined soul 

Down to hell ! 

Then she wept most bitterly 
While she sadly said to me, 

I implore 
That you come along with me, 
Speak to father, beg that he 

Drink no more? 

I promised her I would 
Strive to do whate'er I could 

To relieve ; 
I bade her cast her cares 
On him who heareth prayers. 

And believe. 

Then the maiden led the way 
To where her father lay 

On a bed ; 
Not a single sound was heard, 
He neither spoke nor stirred, 

He was dead. 



THE MODERN PAUL AND ELY MAS. 

Thou child of the devil and full of all guile. 
Thou base reviler of God's holy word. 
Thou robber of God, w^lt thou never cease 
To withstand and pervert the ways of the Lord? 

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As Elymas withstood John and Paul at Paphos, 
So thou dost withstand the Church of today, 
Wherever it makes an attempt to progress, 
You, with your cursed rum, are debarring the way. 

There was once in our North American lands, 

A race of Red-men, who were mighty and brave, 

But only a few feeble tribes now remain, 

For thousands have filled the poor drunkard's grave. 

Across the Atlantic, to the Dark Continent, 
You've carried your traffic, while striving for gain. 
On Africa's shores you've dumped your vile drug 
To weaken and madden the poor heathen's brain. 

But Paul by the Spirit struck Elymas stone blind, 
And he found to his sorrow his project had failed, 
Then he wandered about in dire distress, 
But the Church of our Lord in triumph prevailed. 

O man of this world, let me tell you a truth, 
And pray that you keep it forever in mind! 
The spirit of God is able today 
To quell your design and strike you stone blind. 

Beware then I say, thou slayer of men — 
For you are not able to battle with God, 
You'll sell your vile drug at your counter today. 
Tomorrow you'll lie beneath the loose sod. 

And that is not all, think of the Judgment Day, 
When the God of all nations his trumpet shall sound. 
When the souls of your victims shall stand before Him 
And the voice of their blood cries up from the ground ! 

Then cease your vile business of ruining men — 
And call upon Christ to cleanse your vile stain, 
Endeavor no more his cause to withstand 
But enter liis fold and ever remain. 

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WHAT THE TWO WORDS MEAN. 

Into the bar-room the drunken man goes, 
No friends has he but abundance of foes, 
Topers surround him and ask him to treat, 
Each takes a drink, then some pretzels to eat ; 
Men of that sort, who pretend to be friends. 
Praise him until all his money he spends. 
Enter his home and .you'll find his poor wife 
Ragged and pale and tired of life, 
And his children you'll find all hungry and sad, 
Never half fed and all poorly clad ; 
Can men who behold such a pitiful sight, 
Ever say that to drink the vile drug is all right? 

Turn the door-knob and enter that place, 
Everything cheerful, no signs of disgrace. 
Mamma is happy each day of her life,^ 
Papa is pleasant, there's no sign of strife. 
Every young child at the close of each day 
Reads from the Bible and then they all pray. 
And murmuring never in that house is heard. 
Nor is there uttered an unpleasant word ; 
Can any man who has good common sense. 
Ever say that we could not with liquor dispense? 



THE DEVIL'S DAY. 

Woe for the earth and for the sea ; because the devil is 
gone down unto you, having great wrath, knowing that he 
hath but a short time. Rev. 12:12. 

'Twas on last Tuesday morning, just about the break of 
day, 

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When the friends and foes of whiskey both were hastening 

on their way 
To the polls in our fair city where they cast their sacred 

votes, 
Some to save their boys from ruin, some to make them 

whiskey bloats ; 
Like two mighty armies marching they proceeded on their 

way, 
Both determined to fight fiercely for the victory that day ; 
One side looked up to heaven and went to God in prayer, 
The other never ventured to seek for gfuidance there. 



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Many soldiers had enlisted under old King Alcohol, 

That old demon whose main business is to ruin one and all. 

Said he to them. Now serve me and to night you'll get your 

pay, 

But he chuckled to himself, Ha, but I'll burn vou all some 

day ! 
But alas ! the foolish fellows served their bitterest enemy. 
They could not see it so, they said, but later they will see. 
When their boy rolls in the gutter and becomes a drunken 

sot, 
They will eat th^ bitter fruits then of the cause for which 

they fougfht. 



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Other soldiers who enlisted were arraigned against that 

king, 
Old Alcohol, that demon, whose m.ain business is to bring 
Unhappiness to millions, also victims for the jail 
And break the hearts of mothers and cause them to bewail 
The downfall of a husband or a daughter who has wed 
A man who lies that moment dead drunk upon his bed ; 
Those soldiers like brave heroes with determination fought. 
Vowing that the demon's traffic must soon be brought to 

naught. 

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Thus from morning until evening the battle fiercely raged^. 

The soldiers of the demon and those of the Cross engaged ; 

But alas ! many deserted and then joined the enemy 

And Alcohol, the demon fiend, thus gained the victory ; 

The bright sun in the heavens when he saw the deep dis- 
grace. 

Behind the clouds withdrew himself and hid his smiling 
face. 

The heavens dressed in mourning then and ^hed tears thick 
and fast 

And over Shelbyville so fair a deep dark gloom is cast. 

The thunders too, above our heads, loudly pealed forth their 
wrath 

Against the church-members who turned and walked in 
Satan's path, 

Far in the eastern sky above the lightning's fierce red glare 

Flashed forth as if it wished to say. Of whiskey, men be- 
ware! 

But Satan down in hell is pleased so well he laughs out- 
right. 

Says he, O what a victory for me is gained tonight ! 

Ha, ha ! ha, ha ! he laughs again, my furnace I'll soon fill 

With souls sent down by alcohol drank up in Shelbyville 1 



The Devil is among us but his time will soon be past. 
Fight on ye Christian soldiers, the right must win at last; 
The Revelation tells us, the devil filled with wrath, 
Has come to us for well he knows but a short time he hath 
Whene'er, with mighty chain in hand, God's angel once 

appears. 
He'll seize old Satan and will bind him for a thousand years. 
Then soldiers of the cross look up, for very well we know 
The devil will be bound and then the dram-shops all must 

go- 

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Spanisb^Hniedcan Mar poems 



DEWEY'S VICTORY. 

While Dewey's fleet lay at Hongkong 

War was declared with Spain, 

When neutral laws would not permit 

Him longer to remain, 

He weighed his anchors and set sail. 

Bound for Manila Bay, 

The stronghold of the Philippines, 

Four hundred miles away. 

How little did the Spaniards dream 

That on the first of May, 

They'd hear the boom of Dewey's guns 

Inside Manilla's bay ; 

They did not hear that voice which said, 

"Remember, boys, the Maine," 

Nor those sad words born on the breeze. 

Woe to that fleet of Spain! 

'Tis morning, and George De\v**y's fleet, 
Still sailing on the sea. 
Proceeds through fog, the band now plays, 
"My country 'tis of thee ;" 
'Tis music sweet, from o'er the waves 
Comes back the sweet refrain, 
'Tis music sweet, but seems to say, 
Woe to that fleet of Spain. 
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The Spaniards in their strongholds lie, 

They see no foe to fear, 

The fog is thick, they see him not 

But he will soon appear; 

O wretched Dons, before sunset 

Your blood your decks will stain 

And mournfully the waves will sing, 

Woe to that fleet of Spain. 

Hark, says the Spaniard, hear that splash, 

Hear that peculiar hum, 

Behold a fleet within the bay. 

See there the Yankees come ! 

Yes Dewey's fleet, into the bay, 

Had entered, it was plain, 

The puffs of steam all seemed to say. 

Woe to that fleet of Spain. 

The mines have failed to sink a ship. 

The Yankees were too sly, 

For ev'ry ship in Dewey's fleet 

Has safely passed them by ; 

Now cruel Dons prepare to shed 

Your blood and suffer pain, 

Your fate is sealed, your ships are doomed, 

Woe to that fleet of Spain. 

The fight is on, the Olympia leads, 
Hear it's huge cannon roar, 
And see a Spanish ship goes down. 
Another runs ashore ; 
Still Dewey's guns pour shot and shell 
Just like a shower of rain 
And all the while they seem to say, 
Woe to that fleet of Spain. 
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The fight is o'er, the monstrous guns 
Have ceased their deafening roar, 
The fight is o'er, the Spanish fleet 
Will plow the waves no more ; 
But Dewey's ships still proudly ride 
The waves and staunch remain, 
While ev'rywhere the wail is heard. 
Woe to that fleet of Spain. 

Days will pass by, men will be heard 

In after years to say, 

This is the place where Dewey Fought 

Upon the first of May, 

Without a loss of man or ship, 

Without a wail of pain, 

But mournfully the waves will sing. 

Woe to that fleet of Spain. 



THE BATTLE CRY, FREEDOM FOR CUBA. 

Now we'll step on board the train boys and hurry to the 
shore, 

We'll fight for the freedom of Cuba ; 
Of Spanish fiends and tyrants we soon shall see no more, 

For soon they'll be driven from Cuba. 

Freedom for Cuba, starving must cease, 
Out with the Spanish, then we'll have peace ; 
Then we'll plant the Stars and Stripes where the Spanish 
once did rule, 
And Cuba shall then have her freedom. 

We've seen enough stravation on Cuba's sunny shore. 

We'll fight for the freedom of Cuba ; 
The Spanish must step out now or welter in their gore. 

For Cuba must now have her freedom. 
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Yes, we'll answer to the call boys, that came from Wash- 
ington, 
We'll fight for the freedom of Cuba ; 
We'll land on Cuba's shores soon and make the Spaniards 
run. 
And Cuba shall then have her freedom. 

The cause is just and right boys, so let us join the band, 

We'll fight for the freedom of Cuba ; 
And God who sanctions justice will giude us by His hand, 

And Cuba shall then have her freedom. 



A SOLDIER BOY'S FAREWELL TO HIS MOTHER. 

Kiss me tenderly dear mother. 
As you did when I was small. 
Ere I sail forth for Manilla, 
Answering my country's call ; 
For the news just came this morning, 
That the Tenth must cross the sea 
To drive out the Spanish tyrants 
And establish liberty. 

Do not weep for me dear mother, 
I will prove a soldier true, 
"When this cruel war is over," 
I'll come back to you. 

Do not fear that I, dear mother. 
Ever will forget to pray, 
I'll remember what you've taught me, 
When I'm many miles away ; 
Though temptations by the thousands. 
May surround me ev'ry day, 
I am sure that I'll resist them. 
For I'll daily watch and pray. 



I will promise you, dear mother, 
Not to touch the deadly bowl, 
I will shun its deadly contents 
Which bring ruin to the soul ; 
I will do my duty ever. 
At my post I'll never sleep, 
I will not forget your counsel, 
Then dear mother do not weep. 

Let your blessing then, dear mother, 
Rest upon your boy in blue, 
And when lying in the trenches 
He will often dream of you ; 
And when we come home triumphant, 
You will then be glad I know. 
That your boy bravely responded 
To his country's call to go. 



A DISTINGUISHED REGIMENT, 

There's a regiment distinguished, 

It's the Tenth ; 
It is known across the waters. 

It's the Tenth ; 
In Manila far away. 
On that great eventful day, 
None were braver, all men say, 

Than the Tenth. 

In the Battle of Malate, 

Fought the Tenth ; 
And there fell our brave John Brady 

Of the Tenth ; 
Willing was he there to die, 
In a foreign grave to lie, 
Comrade of our Company I, 

Of the Tenth. 

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Near the outskirts of Manila, 

Lay the Tenth, 
Waiting patiently for orders, 

Were the Tenth ; 
When they heard the Coloners call. 
Forth they bounded one and all, 
Soon before Manila's wall, 

Stood the Tenth. 

Soon the Spaniards fled in terror 

From the Tenth, 
And the boys from other quarters, 

Cheered the Tenth ; 
When at last the fight was ended, 
General Greene the Tenth commended. 
Saying that the boys did splendid 
■ In the Tenth. 

Now again old friends and comrades 

Greet the Tenth ; 
Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers, 

Cheer the Tenth ; 
For United States and Spain 
Are at peace now once again. 
Then let peace and rest remain 

With the Tenth. 

When the roll is called in heaven. 

Will the Tenth 
All be found among the faithful. 

Will the Tenth ? 
Will you then unsheath your sword 
And all fight with one accord 
In the army of the Lord, 

Will the Tenth? 
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COMPANY I FROM START TO FINISH. 

The war with Spain is over and again we are at peace, 
And Uncle Sam has promised that our brave boys he'll re- 
lease, 
We're filled with joy at present but there'll be a vast increase 
When the Tenth comes marching home. 

There will be a grand reunion. 
There will be a grand reunion, 
There will be a grand reunion. 
When the Tenth comes marching home. 

Our boys have done their duty and have done it nobly too, 
As brave and loyal soldiers ought in ev'ry instance do, 
And we their friends will show that we appreciate it too, 
When the Tenth comes marching home. 

Greensburg ladies will all take a holiday, 
For all will want to see the boys who come from far away. 
And sweet will be the music that our many bands will play 
When the Tenth comes marching home. 

We'll grett the boys in blue who bravely faced the shell and 

shot 
And honor we'll bestow upon those lieroes who have fought. 
Our preachers too, will soon be called upon to tie the knot 
When the Tenth comes marching home. 



WHEN THE TENTH COMES MARCHING HOME. 

The Civil War had closed, 
The soldiers had returned 
To home and friends, there to receive 
The honors nobly earned. 
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The men, who years before, 

Had rent our states in twain, 

Laid down their arms and coming forth, 

Said, ''We'll unite again." 

About that time a child, 
In old Penn's woods was born. 
The people said it would not live, 
'Twas sickly and forlorn. 

It was a sickly child, 
And was without a home, 
How can it live, the people said, 
If left alone to roam? 

By chance there came a man 
With heart tender and free. 
Said he, The child shall have a home, 
ril take it home with me ! 

For I believe the child 
Has talents stowed away. 
And if a chance be given him, 
He'll make his mark some day. 

The child must have a name, 

To find one I will try, 

He mused awhile, then said, 'twill do, 

I'll call it Company I. 

He then adopted it 
And it became his son. 
He built for it a handsome home, 
His neighbors said, "Well done!" 
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And steadily it grew, 
Became both large and strong 
And citizens looked on with pride 
Whene'er he marched along. 

One day his father said, 
There's going to be a fight 
Beyond the ocean, yon must go, 
The brave boy said, "All right!" 

With seven cousins he 
Entered a monstrous ship 
And sailed to islands far away, 
They had a pleasant trip. 

They landed fresh and strong, 
And soon began to fight, 
And every foe they terrified 
And put to rapid flight. 

During that bloody fight, 

Some precious blood was spilled, 

And while engaged our brave young boy 

Was wounded but not killed. 

Our boy is home again, 

Hib cousins are home too, 

Now friends from all parts of Penn's Woods, 

Give honor where 'tis due. 

Before us stands to day, 
Our brave boy Company I, 
He who was once a sickly child, 
Whom many thoug^ht would die. 

Who is that noble man, 
Who to our boy first gave 
A home and cared for him for years. 
No doubt his life did save? 
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LofC. 



ril tell you friends his name, 
He's living yet today, 
He's Captain of a Christian band, 
J. H. Pershing, hurra! 



A TRIBUTE TO THE HEROES OF THE SPANISH 
AMERICAN WAR. 



Conclusion of a sermon delivered Nov. 27, 1898. Jolbn 
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How wondrous was that love for man, 
How wondrous was that love for God, 
That could induce those men to die 
And sleep beneath a foreign sod. 

Brave heroes of sad fated Maine, 
Victims of proud and treacherous Spain, 
Sleep thou brave boys beneath the sea, 
Eternal rest and bliss to thee. 

Sleep till the trump of God shall sound. 
When all beneath the waves and ground 
Shall rise and meet Christ in the air, 
Who shall their deeds on earth declare. 

And may it be thy lot to stand 
In joy and bliss at His right hand, 
Where wars ne'er comxc and ttuPxults cease, 
Where nations dwell in joy and peace. 
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THE RISE AND FALL OF SPAIN'S POWER IN 
AMERICA. 

Four hundred years ago and more, 
When men were eager to explore, 
Spain sent a small courageous band 
,Who first discovered western land ; 
Then over mountains, hills and plains, 
She soon extended her domains. 
Sansalvador, so rich and green. 
Upon October twelfth was seen 
By Christopher Columbus who 
Sailed westward with his chosen crew, 
And word soon reached Spain's sunny land, 
That gold was plenty as the sand 
In that new land which had been seen, 
Sansalvador so rich and green; 
Soon crowds of Spaniards, young and old. 
All eager to secure the gold, 
A greedy and a lawless band, 
Sailed westward to that new found land. 
But few among tliem could be found 
Who came to dig and til the ground, 
Ah no! not men who came to toil, 
To plant the corn and til the soil ; 
One aim had they in coming west, 
'Twas gold for which they went in quest, 
And many streams of blood were shed. 
And many poor red- men fell dead 
Beneath the cruel, heartless blows 
Dealt by those cruel Spanish foes. 
In fifteen hundred and nineteen 
A man appears upon the scene, 
I shudder as I read the facts 
Which tell of his dark, cruel acts ; 
The man who conquered Mexico, 
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Brought to the natives grief and woe, 
A sacrilegious man was he, 
Pretending a great god to be, 
'Twas by such fraud he caused the fall 
Of Montezuma's throne and all. 
And Mexico, that rich domain, 
Was added to the wealth of Spain. 
Another band, in search of gold. 
Pressed northward, suffering from cold, 
Led by a man with heart like stone, 
Desota, whose dark crimes are known; 
'Twas he who slaughtered Indian bands, 
Captured a chief, cut ofif his hands ; 
But soon cold death, mean's greatest foe. 
Laid that bloodthirsty tyrant low, 
His followers cast him when dead 
O'erboard into the river bed, 
There let him lie beneath the wave, 
Unhonored in an unmarked grave. 
To that rich country of Peru, 
Spain sent her cruel tyrants too. 
There, to the Incas, Pizzaro 
Brought suffering and grief and woe. 
And thus it came to pass that Spain 
Possessed her large and rich domain ; 
There was a time when she could boast 
Of western lands she owned the most. 
But as the centuries rolled by. 
From her subjects there rose a cry 
That they were being much oppressed 
And longed for liberty and rest. 
And soon the first brave colony 
Foug'ht bravely and gained liberty ; 
Soon others fought and freedom gained 
Until but two with Spain remained; 
At last, disgusted. Uncle Sam 
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Brought forth his mighty battering-ram 

And knocked Spain from the Avestern shore 

And made her vow she'd come no more. 

And now those colonies all live 

In rest and peace and praises give 

To Uncle Sam whose mighty blow 

Brought liberty and drove their foe 

Beyond the sea, far far away, 

And made her promise that she'd stay. 



MY VISIT TO LUXURY LAND. 

I sat in my study wornout and weary, 

I felt very blue, down-hearted and dreary, 

I thought of young parsons living in cities. 

Boarding at hotels and eating luxuries, 

Who dressed in broadcloth and wore hats of silk, 

Who lived, as it were, on honey and milk, 

I cried in distress, O muse carry me 

Away to the land of sweet luxury 1 

Still musing I sat for a few^ moments more. 

Then I heard a loud rap upon my front door, 

I opened the door and there entered the hall 

A handsome young man wully eight feet tall, 

Upon his shoulders were to monstrous wings, 

In his hand was a harp of a thousand strings, 

I stood as if rooted there fast to the place 

And continued to gaze on his bright handsome face. 

Hail thou distressed parson, at length muttered he, 
I have heard thy petition and am come now for thee ! 
Mount now on my shoulder and I'll carry thee to 
A planet where preachers have nothing to do 

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But dress up in broadcloth and wear hats of silk. 
Eat cake and ice cream and drink the rich milk. 
And escort young ladies to banquets each night, 
Young ladies arrayed in garments of white. 

I mounted upon his shoulders so fair, 

He bore me up high through the pure fresh air, 

Mile after mile still upward we flew, 

My heart with emotion was thrilled through and through ; 

At last a bright star's rays shone upon me, 

Said he, ''That's the planet we call Luxury," 

Our journey, said he, will now soon be o'er, 

It will take us just about five minutes more. 

To Luxury's planet we now drew near. 
And sweet strains of music I plainly could hear, 
We soon set our feet on Luxury's land, 
Where I beheld a monstrous brass band 
Composed of young ladies in garments of white, 
My heart beat for joy, I was filled with delight, 
For they all ceased playing and smiled upon me 
And I felt just as happy as I could be. 

The handsome young man who had carried me 

Up to that bright land of rich Luxury, 

Introduced me to those young ladies so neat, 

And the way they all bowed it was perfectly sweet. 

And I cried, Bless the day when that youth came for me 

And carried me forth to this sweet luxury. 

My sorrows and trials are now surely o'er. 

My joy is now full, I ask for no more! 

They took me around the city to see. 
The city was called Aristocracy, 
Everybody in broad-cloth and silk was dressed, 
Nc^body seemed to be poor or distressed, 

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They took me into a large tailor shop 
And dressed me in broad-cloth, I looked tiptop ; 
Thus dressed up so fancy and filled with delight, 
I attended a monstrous banquet that night. 

Throughout my life I never did care 
To see a young lady with her shoulders bare, 
And it always did fill my soul with distress 
To see one without any sleeves in her dress ; 
But the ladies that night to the very last one. 
Came there with their low-necked dresses on, 
From hand to shoulder their arms were bare, 
Their faces showed plenty of powder there. 

I must confess that I began to feel 
A sort of lonliness over me steal, 
Thought I after all Aristocracy 
Is a city that never was built for me ; 
It seems after all 'tis nothing but waste 
And things don't exactly just suit my taste ; 
Just then a young lady came and said to me, 
I've the honor to escort you out to tea ! 

So arm in arm I marched out there. 

With a lady whose arms and shoulders were bare, 

A sight which I vowed oft before none would see, 

Alas, I was helpless in aristocracy! 

The table was covered with delicious food, 

I ate very heartily for it was good, 

Ice cream and fruit cake, and very rich milk, 

And I heard everywhere the rustle of silk. 

I spent a week thus every day much the same, 
Every night that same lady with bare shoulders came 
And said, as she bowed very becomingly, 
I've the honor to escort you out to tea; 

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You cannot believe how tired I grew 

There day after day with nothing to do, 

And the every day sight of those shoulders so bare 

Soon began to fill my soul with despair. 

When she came the next evening and said to me, 
I've the honor to escort you out to tea, 
Completely o'ercome I broke down and wept, 
And then I awoke, I had only slept ; 
I was still in my study, still in my chair, 
Then I murmured aloud, I now will declare 
My sorrows and trials are all surely o'er, 
My joy is now full, I ask for no more ! 

(Moral) 

Young parsons take warning when to banquets }on go. 
When eating ice-cream, be sure to go slov/. 
For be vv^ell- assured to much rich ice cream 
Will everv time brine such a dreadful dream. 



OHIO'S PRESIDENT. 

Dedicated to Hon. William McKinley Nov., 1896. 

Blest state of the Union, thrice honored before. 
By November's election thou art honored once more, 
For our great nation has again raised its voice 
And from thy vast throng has again made a choice. 

vSoon after the late war was over there came 
From among thy brave sons a man of great fame, 
Whose brave name will ever continue to live 
And men to him ever their praises will give. 

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It was General Grant, the Warrior so bold. 
Who for many years, through the heat and the cold, 
Led forth his brave men to a grand victory, 
Who conquered old General Robert E. Lee. 

Twice was he chosen and in IMarch was sent 
To Washington City where eight years he spent. 
His remains are now lying at rest in the tomb. 
His soul has departed to its final home. 

After his eight years of work had been spent, 
Another of thy noble sons was then sent, 
Who filled the same office for four years more, 
'Twas Rutherford Hayes whose name I adore. 

I adore him because, like a Christian so true, 
One brave, noble act he determined to do, 
'Twas to always discard the use of the wine 
Whenever with guests he would sit down to dine. 

I praise that good man for being so brave, 
His voice is now hushed, he lies in his grave, 
His spirit we hope lives in heaven with God, 
Because while on earth the right path he trod. 

Then after four years another brave son 
Of thine was sent forth, a true, noble one, 
A kind-hearted man, 'twas James A. Garfield, 
Who for his ow^n land his brave life did yield. 

James Garfield, like Hayes, discarded the wine 
Whenever, with guests, he sat down to dine, 
He went to his work and with all his might 
He firmly stood up for that which was right. 

But that cruel act of Charles Guiteau 
Brought to our whole nation great sorrow and woe. 
And caused Mr. Garfield to suffer much pain, 
Who bore it with patience and did not complain. 

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But with all the attention the doctors could give, 
They soon were aware that he could not live, 
In the month of September, on the nineteenth day, 
His spirit went forth from his mortal clay. 

And now fifteen years have passed by since then 
And we can rejoice and be thankful again, 
Because our great nation has lifted its voice 
And one of thy sons is again made its choice. 

'Tis William McKinley, a man of great fame. 
Both the men and the women are shouting his name. 
Because, as they say, we will not want for bread 
As long as our government has such a head. 

Like other brave men he joined the large band 
Who went forth to rescue their own native land, 
Although but a youth he put on the blue. 
For he was a soldier who always proved true. 

The election is over and soon he will go 
As the fourth President in Ohio's long row. 
We feel confident he'll make a brave fight 
To put down the wrong and uphold the right. 

But we hope that he too like James A. Garfield, 
To wine and dishonesty never will yield, 
But that every time he sits down to dine 
He too will discourage the use of the wine. 

We hope that McKinley successful will be, 
And that from distress we will ever be free, 
May the blessings of heaven upon him descend 
And guide and direct him till his term shall end. 



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GENERAL RUTHERFORD B. HAYES. 

The Psalmist, in God's holy Word, 

Said, ''What is man that thou should'st take 

Account of him or of his works, 

Or supplications he might make?" 

Although inferior far to God, 

We know man is his image still 

And that he takes account of all 

Who strive to do his holy will. 

The best example I can cite 
Of public men in modern days, 
Who truly strove to do God's will, 
Was noble Rutherford B. Hayes; 
In private or in public life, 
No matter in which path he trod, 
He strove not to please wicked men 
But bravely strove to please his God. 

Trained by a pius mother, he 
Became a man, God-fearing, mild, 
Like Timothy, it could be said. 
He knew the Scriptures from a child ; 
In him v/as proven that proverb 
Whose words, at least in substance say. 
Train up a child in the right path 
And he will never go astray. 

A quiet man, ne'er seeking fame. 
Yet he among the first went forth 
To battle for the Union w'hen 
The South seceded from the North ; 
And never did he sheath his sword 
Until the Rebel leader, I.ee, 
Gave up his sword to General Grant 
And we once more from war were free. 
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In public office he was iirm, 
While President at Washington, 
Without regard to precedent, 
The noblest of his acts were done ; 
There, with the help of his good wife, 
The wine-cup was at once removed 
From the Wliite House, that noble act 
Was by all lionest men approved. 

As a good shepherd tends his flock. 
He daily watched with tender care 
The duties which devolved on him 
That our nation well might fare 
He bravely stood amidst all trials, 
He feared no threats of senators, 
But officers wdio were corrupt 
Were soon by him turned out of doors. 

His manly face no more is seen 
Among our nation's busy throng, 
He now is free from public cares 
In that brig^ht home of bliss and song, 
Where all the servants of the Lamb, 
Who faithfully their race have run. 
Shall hear the blessed words of Christ, 
"Well done thou good and faithful one." 

To you, yong men, who read these lines 

Of admiration, love and praise, 

I say, go forth and imitate 

The noble Rutherford B. Hayes; 

By doing so you will receive 

The blessings of your land and God, 

And with our land full of such men. 

We'll have no fear of vice or fraud. 



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THE YOUTH OF GADARA. 

Here lies the Lake of Tiberias close by the steep rugged 
mountains, 

Now it is peaceful and silent, now its waves rise in their 
fury ; 

Into the north end the Jordan flows and is lost in its vol- 
ume, 

But from the south end emerging again from the lake forth 
it gushes, 

Onward for miles then it courses till it is lost in the Dead 
Sea 

Lying so misty and solemn in the blest land of Judea. 

Here lies the Lake of Tiberias, also called Lake of Gen- 

nesaret, 
Other names also are given which are all equally sacred ; 
What's in a name I would like to know if there's one who 

can tell me? 
*Tis not the name that enchants me as I row over its 

waters, 
But 'tis the voice which I fancy comes down from Galilee's 

m.ountains, 
Saying, List thou to my story which I desire to tell thee, 
Thou wilt, I know, not reject it, list to my tale I entreat 

thee. 

I. 

Years ago down from the mountains came a whole legion 
of demons, 

Shrieking, blaspheming and cursing, saying ''Where shall 
we find lodgement 

Where we will never be hampered and none can ever expel 
us?" 

Hearing their voices I trembled for a youth who was ac- 
customed 

Morning and evening to journey over the hills to Gadara ; 

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Woe to that youth if unhappily he should be met on his 
journey 

By that bad legion of demons roaming about o'er the moun- 
tains, 

Into him they would soon enter and 'twould delight them 
to taunt him. 

II. 

Just as the bright sun was setting, silently down from the 

mountains 
Came the youth utterly ignorant of the great danger before 

him ; 
Soon the bad demons beheld him and with a shout rushed 

upon him, 
Instantly entered into him and took entire possession 
Of the youth's reason and judgment, saying, "He'll serve 

us forever;" 
O what a change then came o'er him! Stars above shone 

down with pity. 

III. 

Moved by the legion of demons who now completely con- 
trolled him, 

Over the mountains he started, shrieking and dismally howl- 
ing, 

Tearing his clothes from his body, cutting himself on sharp 
edges. 

Utterly now in control of that wicked legion of demons ; 

Into the mountains they drove him, crying from morning- 
till evening ; 

Then into tombs he ran crying, growing so fierce none 
could tame him. 

Friends and relations beheld him, heard him cry morning- 
and evening. 

Bound him with chains and strong fetters but he soon broke 
them asunder. 

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IV. 

Now, there were there on the mountains thousands of swine 

which were feeding 
And those who kept them beheld him now in control of the 

demons, 
Crying and cutting his body on the sharp stones in the 

mountains. 
They were not moved with compassion for they looked on 

with indifference; 
Day after day he grew fiercer, soon on one dared to come 

near him 
And his friends patiently waited, hoping that death would 

soon claim him. 

V. 
Down on the Lake of Tiberias, suddenly and unexpected, 
Sweeps a fierce storm in its fury, rolling the waves lige huge 

mountains ; 
Woe to the fisherman's vessel sailing on Galilee's waters ! 
Who shall be able to rescue them from the waves which 

dash o'er them ? 
Hark! There com.es over the waters, born on the winds of 

the evening. 
Voices all filled with emotion, saying, 'Tord save us, we 

perish," 
Who can they be who are speaking, somebody praying for 

m.ercy ? 
Hark ! 'tis a calm voice now saying, ''Why are ye fearful O 

faithless ?" 
See now the storm has ceased raging and a small boat is 

approaching, 
In it are men who are Hebrews, now they all land near 

Gadara, 
There is one to whom the others bow with the greatest of 

reverence. 
Who can he be, we all wonder, for no one here seems to 

know him ? 

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VI. 

Hark, hear that cry from the mountains! "I know thee 
Jesus of Nazareth," 

"Thou art the son of Jehovah, art thou come forth to destroy 
us?" 

Quickly the multitude scattered, for 'twas the youth of 
Gadara, 

Under control of the demons, who thus addressed the young 
stranger. 

While they stood gazing with horror, suddenly all were as- 
tonished, 

For the youth did not attack him but straightway fell down 



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md worshipped ; 

"What is thy name?" asked the stranger, then 'twas the 
demons who answered, 

"Legion it is, we beseech thee send us not out of the coun- 
try ;" 

Then spake the stranger witli firmness, "Come out of him 
thou foul spirit ;" 

They did not dare disobey him but in tliese words they be- 
sought him, 

"Give us permission to enter in.to the swine on the moun- 
tains," 

And the young Master made answer, "Enter, you have my 
permission.'' 

Forth from the youtb. of Gadara went the whole legion of 
demons. 

Into the swine they all entered and the herd ran down the 
mountains 

Into the Lake of Tiberias and were all choked in its waters. 

Then fled the herders in terror into the town of Gadara, 

Told the whole city the story how a young man in the moun- 
tains 

Drove the whole legion of demons from the fierce youth of 
Gadara, 

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Told how the demons had entered into the swine in the 

mountains, 
How the swine ran down the mountains and in the waters 

had perished. 
Hearing the story, the city eagerly rushed forth to meet 

him ; ' 
When they saw sitting beside him, in his right mind, clothed 

and quiet, 
Him whom the legion had tortured they v/ere all filled with 

amazement ; 
But they had no words of welcome for the young Master 

Vv^ho saved him, 
They cared more for the two thousand swine that Vv^ere 

choked in the waters 
Than the poor mortal delivered from the influence of de- 
mons, 
For they besoug-ht the young Master to depart out of their 

borders. 

VH. 

Jesus from that place departed for none there cared to re- 
ceive him. 

His divine love they rejected choosing instead earthly riches. 

Many hearts, just like Gadara, striving for earth's richest 
treasures. 

Will never open for Jesus, nor care for man's deep afflic- 
tions. 

vni. 

Children, who read this sad story, be not like foolish Gadara, 
Open yoiu* hearts to the Savior, let him come in and find 

lodgement. 
Bid him cast out all that's evil, bid him abide there forever, 
Pure happiness he will give you and a brig^ht mansion in 

heaven. 



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JERRY McCALL AND HIS PERPETUAL MOTION. 

In a small mining village lived Jerry McCall, 
He was gentle and kind and a favorite of all, 
He could run a whole mile at a rapid rate 
And w^ould always lead off when the boys went to skate. 
One day he was reading of young Darius Green 
Who tried to invent a huge flying machine ; 
Ha-ha; laughed young Jerry, 1 see what was wrong, 
Young Darius just made them a little too long! 
But of course it could not be expected that he 
Would get them just right he was green as could be ; 
If I would invent a miachine it would work 
And I would surprise young Reuben and Burke! 
Then Jerry sat down and seemed lost in thought. 
When suddenly he jumped as if he'd been shot. 
Said he, 'I'll invent the perpetual motion 
And I'll become famous beyond the broad ocean, 
I'll be introduced to England's great queen 
Who with great admiration will praise my machine, 
I'll take one to Holland, far over the way 
And meet the fair queen, little Wilhelmina, 
And Emperor William of old Germany 
Will take off his hat and reverence me ; 
I'll make glad the whole republic of France 
And their handsomest girls will after me prance, 
I'll cross o'er the Alps and visit the Swiss, 
Where I'll greet the young girls with a sweet Hobson kiss, 
For I'm sure by that time Hobson' s fame will decline. 
At least 'twill be nothing compared then with mine ; 
All the young girls in Europe will want me I know, 
But it's little affection on them I'll bestow, 
I'll not give my hand to such Arts as they 
For the girls are much better in America. 
So Jerry set out for old Brown's lumber yard 
And purchased a plank very dry, tough and hard, 

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I'll need this, said he, in the very first place, 

A plank's just the thing for a good solid base ; 

Now I need some sheet-iron to make me two troughs. 

They have just the right kind down at old Luther Groff's. 

By noon oi;r young Jerry had ever34hing bought 

To make it complete, at least so he thought ; 

So that afternoon our industrious young man 

Very much now in earnest his great work began ; 

He allowed that 'twould take him a month to complete 

The machine all throughout as he wanted it neat; 

Out in the wood-shed he hammered away 

Both early and late for many a day ; 

His two elder sisters one morning came out. 

Saying one to the other, "What is Jerry about?" 

Coming up to the wood-shed they saw a machine, 

Of which they declared the like never was seen ; 

Two cute little troughs, neatly fashioned with care. 

Were securely attached to a beam which stood there, 

A neat little pendulum hung alongside. 

The base was a plank about a foot wide. 

Why Jerry, said Annie, what can this thing be, 

Fm sure that no one the like ever did see? 

lately, said Jerry, I've taken a notion 
That I can invent the perpetual motion ; 

I've labored in earnest but soon I'll be through, 

1 expect to complete in a day now or two, 

Then you, my dear sisters, must come when it's done 
And see the thing start, O won't it be fun ? 
I must make yet two lead balls so smooth and so round. 
And they must each weigh just exactly a pound. 
But Jerry, said Flora, do you think it will run, 
O if it should not, won't the people make fun? 
Don't worry, dear sister, but patiently wait 
And you'll soon see it start at a wonderful rate ; 
When I drop the last ball in that neat little trough 
You'll first see her quiver and then she'll start off, 

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By next Friday ev'ning the people will know 

That Jerry McCall's new machine is a go. 

So Jerry worked on and late Thursday night 

His machine all complete stood neat and upright, 

Hurrah ! said young j erry, O don't she look grand ? 

But I'll not start it now, I'll leave the thing stand 

Till morning and then I'll bring Annie anl Flo, 

Then I'll drop in the balls and see the thing go ; 

So locking it up in the old fashioned shed 

He went to the house and was soon snug in bed ; 

About four o'clock he heard his good sire 

Shout, Jerry, come quick, the wood-shed's on fire ! 

Young Jerry ran out, but O what a shame ! 

The wood-shed Vv^as all one huge sheet of flame ; 

Through the window he saw his machine dov/n below, 

Which he vowed that the world on that day would see go. 

He saw that 'twas going, but O what a joke. 

It was all going up in a huge cloud of smoke ! 

And that was the last of young Jerry's machine. 

His fate was as hard as that of young Green ; 

But one thing, said Jerry, I'd have the world know, 

'Tis true that that Friday did see the thing go ; 

And his sisters said, 3^3, but 'twas a grand joke. 

It all went up to the clouds in smoke ! 



THE LITTLE DUSKY DIAMOND HERO. 

Bards have sung of self-made heroes 
Who were born in rude built houses 
And at early age left orphans, 
Of their trials and misfortunes, 
How they labored late and early 
To support their vv^idowed mothers 
And sometimes some younger children, 

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How they yearntJ for education 
And by laboring hard obtained it ; 
Many who attained to honor 
And by all were much respected, 
Sorpe who filled the highest office 
In our grand and good republic, 
Others Vv^ho led troops to battle 
And for bravery were distinguished ; 
Listen now and I will tell you 
Of one whom I call a hero. 
Though he never led an army 
Armed with guns and glistening sabres, 
But who was indeed a soldier 
In an army of great numbers, 
Who do not, with guns and sabres. 
Undertake to fight their battles. 
In the village of Rocksborough 
Lived an honest, poor coal-miner, 
With a wife and five small children. 
Times were hard and work not plenty. 
That mean's name was John McClelland ; 
He was always just and honest 
And was loved by all his neighbors ; 
He was laboring hard to keep his 
Oldest son, whose namiC was Rudolph, 
In the publlic school at Brookfield, 
'Twas the year of eighteen, sixty, 
Just before the great Rebellion, 
Rudolph then was just eleven 
And stood head in all his classes. 
When he came from school one evening, 
Twas the thirteenth day of April, 
All the village was excitement. 
For the startling news had reached them 
That the day before, the Rebels 
Had attacked and captured Sumter. 
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Soon there came a call from Lincoln, 
''Wanted, men, three hundred thousand, 
To put down the great rebellion 
And preserve the states in union." 
When the call reached John McClelland 
Who was brave and patriotic, 
He exclaimed, I'll go to battle 
To preserve the sacred Union, 
Fight for home and God and country, 
So John left his home and fam'ly. 
Praying God to safely keep them 
Free from grief and pangs of hunger. 
Till he should return to meet them. 
Or if he should fall in battle 
God should be a father to them. 
It was thought at first the trouble 
Would in a short time be ended, 
Such ideas had John McClelland 
When he left his wife and children. 
But the people found out quickly 
That the states which had seceded 
Were determined to remain so. 
And to force them to surrender 
Would require time and labor. 
After John had joined the army 
And had been in several battles 
And had faced the rebel cannon 
And escaped their deadly bullets. 
Word was brought unto his fam'ly 
That he had been taken pris'ner 
And was being rudely dealt with 
In the dreary Libby Prison. 
Patiently for months they waited 
But the message came one morni%, 
"He has died in Libby Prison." 
Then the village of Rocksborougfe 
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Was for many days in mourning, 
Stores were closed and bells were tolling 
For the noble John McClelland 
Who had died to save the Union. 
With her head bowed down in sadness, 
John McClelland's wife sat musing, 
Father's dead and I've no money, 
Who'll provide for these poor children? 
Rudolph said, I'll tell you mother, 
I will leave my school tomorrow 
And will go and work at mining, 
I can earn enough to keep you 
And the children from starvation 
So he went to work at mining 
And for two years earned the money 
Which provided food and clothing 
For the children and his mother ; 
By that time the War was over 
And the times were getting better, 
Rudolph too had grown mudh stronger 
And still yearned for education. 
As he sat beside the fire, 
On a cold December ev'ning. 
Glancing over a newspaper. 
Suddenly his face grew brighter 
As he read this advertisement, 
"Doctor Jones will start a night-school 
On the fifteenth of December, 
To prepare young men for college. 
Let the young men take advantage." 
Rudolph clapped his hands and shouted, 
Went at once to make arrangements 
To attend the course of study 
And prepare himself for college. 
Soon arrangements were completed 
And he set to work in earnest, 
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Digging coal during the day-time, 
Studying hard during the evening, 
Wrestling with his Greek and Latin, 
Algebra and Ancient Hist'ry 
And all other branches needed 
To prepare himself for college. 
Thus he worked for three years longer 
And to college was admitted. 
But another difficulty 
Now arose to bar his progress. 
While he'd be away to college, 
Who'd supply the money needed 
To provide the food and clothing 
For his mother and the children? 
He had just about concluded 
To give up his course in college, 
When his brave and noble mother 
Came at once unto his rescue. 
Rudolph dear, she gently whispered. 
You have labored hard and kept me 
From much sorrow and starvation, 
I will pay your way through college, 
I will go to yonder farmer 
And will labor during harvest, 
Binding sheaves from morn till ev'ning 
And thereby will earn the money 
Which will pay your way through college 
And will buy the food and clothing 
For myself and all the children, 
I am sure that Fll be able 
To provide whate'er is needed 
While you are away at college. 
So he came to the conclusion 
He'd accept her proposition. 
Though it grieved him much to see her 
Doing so much heavy labor ; 
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But he vowed that in the future, 
After having passed through college, 
He'd repay her act of kindness 
By bestowing gifts upon her, 
By providing" a home for her 
Where she could repose in comfort. 
So he went away to college 
And began his work in earnest. 
Very faithfully he labored 
And when the first year had ended 
He stood foremost in his classes. 
Thus encouraged he proceeded. 
Working hard durmg vacation, 
Thus he strove to earn the money 
For to pay his way through college. 
When at last he had completed 
His entire course in college, 
He concluded to go further. 
In theology he ventured 
And for three years struggled onward 
Till at last he graduated, 
Having mastered all the branches ; 
He soon afterwards was Ticensed 
A.nd ordained to preach the gospel. 
Shortly after ordination. 
From the trustees of the college. 
He received a letter saying 
They had chosen him Professor 
For the chair of Greek and Latin 
And they urged him to accept it. 
But he wrote to them a letter. 
Stating his appreciation 
Of their acts of kindness toward him. 
But declined their generous offer. 
Saying, T must preach the gospel, 
For I feel it is my calling. 
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Next there came from a large city, 
From a stylish congregation, 
A request to him one morning, 
Saying, Come and be our pastor. 
We will pay three thousand dollars 
And we have a handsome parsonage 
Which is furnished and is waiting, 
Come and occupy it for us, 
For we need an able pastor. 
Fie also declined their offer. 
Saying, No, from Colorado, 
From a silver mining district. 
Comes a call which is much louder. 
Come and preach to us the gospel ! 
All my class-mates are unwilling 
To go out to those poor miners, 
To those men in Colorado, 
All because they can't afford to 
Pay more than five hundred dollars 
To their minister for salary. 
So leaving all he started westward 
Trav'ling o'er prairies and mountains, 
Till he came to Colorado, 
To that silver mining district, 
Where he set to work in earnest. 
Strove to serve a congregation 
Numbering only fifty members. 
But they were God-loving people 
And all labored with their pastor 
To extend the Master's kingdom, 
And the Master blessed their efforts 
And with success crowned their labors; 
For we found him five years later 
In a large and handsome building 
And instead of fifty members 
He was preaching to three hundred. 
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We have followed him through trials, 
Through discouragement and troubles, 
Now we find that he has triumphed 
And o'er all has been victorious, 
Let us then congratulate him 
In the success of his mission 
And in all his future labors 
Let our earnest prayers go with him ; 
Now I ask you friends this question, 
Was he not indeed a hero? 



THE GOOD OLD CATECHETICAL METHOD. 



That old catechism I've studied for years, 

Every question therein is dear to my heart. 

And shall I because other ministers do, 

From the old Catechetical method depart? 

A thousand tim.es no, I'll never give way, 

But until the day I breathe my last breath, 

I'll teach the young children that answer which tells 

Them their one onlv comfort in life and in death. 



If you take the loud-voiced evangelist's plan, 
It will bring the church quickly numerical gain, 
It will bring in from thirty to forty each night 
Who after six months must be brought in again ; 
But though the good old Catechetical plan 
Does not so quickly bring numerical gain. 
The lambs Which it usually brings to the fold 
You need not, in six months, go after again. 

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A MERCERS8URG ROMANCE. 

In the thrifty town of Mercersburg, 
One pleasant night in Jnne, 
A scene took place which will not be 
Forgotten very soon. 

The college boys upon tliat nig'ht — 
A giorius banquet held, 
All other banquets held before, 
This one by far excelled. 

Now when a banquet of this kind 
Is held by any school. 
Each boy must bring his lady friend 
Or violate the rule. 

It happened that Professor Beam, 
Upon that glorious night, 
Brought with him liis accomplished friend, 
Miss Anna Mary White. 

The hall v/as decorated grand, 
The girls were dressed quite gay. 
At eight o'clock the march began 
Along the large hall-w^ay. 

They marched into the dining hall. 
Then seated at the table, 
The boys and girls ate of the food 
As much as tliey were able. 

After the crowd had satisfied 
Themselves with cake and cream, 
They cried aloud, ''Give us a toast !" 
''Professor Beam. Professor Beam!" 

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Then Mr. Beam rose from his seat 
And bowed before the crowd, 
He gave a toast which pleased them all, 
For their applause was loud. 

But when the time at last arrived 

When all must say good night, 
Professor Beam forgot about 
His friend, Miss Anna White. 

Forgot he'd brought her to the feast 
And right within her sight. 
He started home with Carrie Black 
And left poor Anna White. 

And it did not occur to him, 
Until he reached his room. 
That he had brought Miss A.nna there 
And taken Carrie home. 

He tried to sleep but 'twas no use, 
He felt the deep disgrace, — 
So rising up he packed his trunk 
And quickly left the place. 

'Tis strange indeed he should forget 
His duty on that night ; 
It seems to me he could have seen 
'Twas there in Black and White. 



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GOLDEN MOMENTS. 

Given to all alike each day, 
One by one they hasten away, 
Lost ones never again are found, 
Dashed hopelessly down to the ground; 
Ev'ry one is for you to use, 
Never O never e'en one abuse. 

Morning's dawn sees them passing by, 
O how quickly they seem to fly! 
Many pass by on time's swift wing^ 
Evil tc some they often bring ; 
Now then my child treat well each one 
'Till your task in this world is done. 



BEYOND THE GRAVE I SEE A LIGHT. 

The shades of eve are falling, 

The sun is setting now, 

The zephyrs sway most gently 

The silver maple's bough ; 

The crickets now are chirping, 

The cows now softly low 

While by the church-yard yonder, 

I see the clear brook flow. 

The shades of eve are falling, 
But still I plainly see 
A mound in yonder grave-yard 
And think it cannot be 
That in that quiet grave-yard, 
Where forms are laid away, 
Kind hands of friends have buried 
My dear mamma to day. 
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The shades of eve are falling, 
My tears are falling too, 
My mamma's taken from me. 
What am I now to do? 
Her easychair is vacant, 
I miss her good-night-kiss, 
Sorrow and grief are reigning 
Where once reigned joy and bliss. 

The shades of eve are falling. 
But now there falls on me 
A ray of light from heaven, 
From grief it sets me free, 
I see the dark veil lifted 
And there in peace and rest, 
Dear mamma dwells with Jesus 
In mansions of the blest. 



TO THE MEMORY OF COLONEL A. L. HAWKINS, 

The boys have sailed, so came the w^ord 
Across the great broad sea, 
Upon the good ship Senator, 
The news brought joy and glee ; 
Within a month, God willing, they 
Will reach the Golden Gate 
And soon thereafter meet their friends 
In the old Keystone State. 

'Tis August first, a ship appears, 
The boys have come at last, 
It is the good ship Senator, 
Her flags are at half-mast; 
Our cheers are hushed, the people wait, 
All filled with fear and dread, 
The flags at half-mast tell the tale, 
Some one on board is dead. 
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The boys all land, weary and sad, 

One face does not appear, 

The face of him who led them oft. 

Who to their hearts was dear ; 

A casket born from off the ship, 

His mortal clay contains, 

His soul has flown to other realms, 

Nought but his dust remains. 

*'Brave soldier rest, thy work is o'er," 

Rest in thy native land. 

Thy sword is sheathed, thy voice no more 

Will our brave boys command ; 

With sad hearts we here tenderly, 

Now lay thee in the tomb. 

From pain and sorrow thou art free. 

O'er us is cast a gloom. 

Rest thou beneath the sun's bright rays, 

Rest thou beneath the stars, 

A soldier thou, for many days 

In two important wars ; 

For thy great service we to day 

Here rightly honor thee, 

Sleep thou till Resurrection Day, 

Brave soldier thou art free. 

Thou art now dead, yet still alive 

Within each soldier's heart. 

Who with thee on the battle field. 

In fighting took a part; 

Years shall roll by, still men shall say, 

Here lies a man of fame 

And soldier boys still e'er revere 

Brave Colonel Hawkin's name. 

— Aug. 8, 1899. 



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THE ASSASSINATION OF PRESIDENT WILLIAM 
M' KIN LEY. 

The morning dawned on Buffalo, 
The bright sun from the sky looked down 
Upon crowds passing to and ffro 
In that fair city of renovv'n ; 
Upon large crowds in bright array, 
Like fruit trees when in fullest blocm, 
None dreamed that ere the close ot aay, 
The nation would be wrapped in gloom. 

The forenoon passed, and noon also, 
The multitude its course now bent 
Towards the spot, v/ith hearts aglow, 
Where stood our nation's president ; 
With a sweet smile upon his face, 
The president stretched forth his hand 
And with unfeigned, pure Christian grace, 
Greeted each one of that huge band. 

A man came forth from that huge throng, 

A man was it ? Ah no, 'twas not ! 

It was a fiend who passed along 

And in cold blood fired a shot 

Into McKinley's manly frame, 

E'en while he grasped his friendly hand, 

A blacker crime or deeper shame 

Ne'er left its trace on our fair land. 

The merriment was suddenly 
Turned to mourning, each voice was hushed. 
Kind friends removed him tenderly. 
Each tender heart with grief was crushed ; 
Physicians were called hastily 
Who handled him with tender care. 
While people prayed most earnestly 
To God in heaven his life to spare. 
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DEATH OF PRESIDENT WILLIAM M'KINLEY. 

'Twas past the midnig-ht hour 

And the last ray 
Of hope had disappeared, 

Calmly he lay 
Waiting the summons of 
The God of peace and love, 
To his blest home above, 

To endless day. 

Meekly had he resigned 

To God's decree, 
Ne'er once did he complain, 

Ne'er murmured he ; 
Content to die was he. 
Whispering rev'rently, 
"Nearer my God to thee. 

Nearer to thee." 

"God's will be done," said he, 

"It is his way," 
Thus firm in Christian faith. 

He passed away ; 
From pain and sorrow free, 
With angels now sings he, 
"Nearer my God to thee. 

Nearer to thee." 

BURIAL OF PRESIDENT WILLIAM M' KIN LEY, 

On that sad melancholy day, 
When Canton was o'erv/helmed with gloom, 
McKinley's form was born away 
And laid to rest within the tomb. 
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Church-bells throughout Columbia's lands, 
From lake to gulf, from sea to sea. 
Tolled forth while many choral bands 
Chanted, ''Nearer my God to thee." 

With hearts bowed down in grief we laid 
Him in the tomb and left him there 
And with sad hearts we humbly prayed 
Before God's throne this humble prayer. 

To heaven we lift our voice and cry, 
O God our Father speed the day 
When the last trace of anarchy 
Shall from our land be swept away. 



MARGERY'S PERIL. 

In the meadow by the road five little tots 
Romped about while gathering sv/eet forgetmenots, 
Close beside them on the fence, coiled around a stake, 
With his tongue protruding, hung a rattle-snake ; 
Through the deep grass scampered each little tot, 
Margery, the youngest, wandered near the spot 
Where, with tongue protruding, hung the rattle-snake; 
Soon her bright eyes saw it coiled around the stake ; 
Look, the sweet child shouted, see the pwitty fing! 
Let me do and touch it, O, it has a sting! 
Mercy, cried the others, Margery will die! 
O that some physician were now passing by! 
Then all cried together. Help for mercy sake, 
Margery is bitten by a rattle-snake! 
Happily a farmer who was passing by, 
Saw the monstrous rattler, (heard the children cry, 
Leaped from off his wagon, joined the little crew, 

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With his mouth the poison quickly he withdrew 

From the hand of Margery, then killed the snake 

Which, with tongue protruding, hung upon the stake; 

Then upon his wagon seat, very tenderly. 

Placed our little darling, sweet Margery, 

Took her home to mother, placed her on a bed. 

Now indeed unconscious, still she was not dead. 

Soon the doctor enters, all hold their breath. 

Will our darling Margery soon be cold in death? 

See his face tlc\v brightens, he exclaims, All's well, 

She will soon recover, just a fainting spell ! 

You can thank the farmer, for his act so brave, 

For 'twas that brave act which your child's life did save. 



A REVIEW OF RUDYARD KIPLING'S POEM 'THE 

KING/' 

I have read the poem of Rudyard Kipling, 
Recently published, which is styled **The King ;" 
'Tis a fine production that poet has wrought, 
P'ull of inspiration and full of deep thought. 

Papers were so anxious to secure it quickly. 
That 'twas sent by cable from beyond the sea ; 
The people, of course, thought 'twas a grand thing, 
Just because 'twas written by Rudyard Kipling. 

'Tis a fine production, still it seems to me 
Magazines have acted rather hastily. 
Spending much money to have it brought o'er 
By means of cable to Columbia's shore. 

Why send for your poems to a foreign shore. 
Have we not am.ong us poets by the score 
Whose poems are sweeter by far than anything 
Which has yet been written by Rudyard Kipling? 

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Take the latest poem by Will Carleton, 
''The leaves of the book," place it now upon 
Yonder critic's table, place also ''The King," 
Which was written lately by Rudyard Kipling. 

Let the competent critic put them to test, 
Then inform the publlic which work is the best ; 
I feel sure our country very soon would see 
That ''The King" is indeed a minus quantity. 

I'll name you another, James AVhitcomb Riley, 
Whose lines surpass those cabled over the sea ; 
Take Josiah G. Holland's great poem, "Bitter Sweet;" 
'Tis one which no foreign poet ever can beat. 

Do not think that American poets all are dead, 
In rhyme and sweet metre we are still far ahead. 
And if ever our journals want g^ood poetry, 
They need not, by cable, bring it over the sea. 



BEHOLD THE LAMB OF GOD, 

Be yond the Jordan in that land 

Near Bethany men saw him stand. 

Who thronged him when they heard the cry, 

"Repent ye for the time is nigh ; 

When John stood there the following day 

And Jesus came men heard him say 

To his disciples, there were two, 

Ide ho aninos tou theou. 

Like the glad tidings on that morn, 
Which angels sang when he was born. 
These words of John rung in their ears, 
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Increased their joy, dispelled their fears. 
Their faith increased, all doubts disarmed 
A resolution there they formed ; 
Believing that John's words were true, 
Kkolouthesan to lesou. 

Would that all men might 'heed the cry 
Uttered by John in Bethany, 
And that it might be said of all, 
When the last trump proclaims the call, 
"Come forth and meet the Lamb on high," 
That when on earth they heard the cry, 
Ide ho amnos tou theou, 
Kkolouthesan to lesou. 



A FAITHFUL CHILD OF GOD. 



In Memory of Sarah I. Runkel. 



A precious and beloved one, 
A faithful child of God 
Now calmly and serenely sleeps 
Beneath the hallowed sod. 

A tender sister, good and true. 
In days gone by was she ; 
A noble Christian who by all 
Was loved most tenderly. 

Now free from pain she sweetly sleeps, 
A ransomed child of God ; 
She sleeps the sleep of God's redeemed, 
Beneath the hallowed sod. 

And when the trumpet call is heard, 
She from her grave will rise 
And with the ransomed meet her Lord 
In bright celestial skies. 
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''THE GIRL I MET FIVE YEARS AGO! 




vShe sweetly smiled and theii replird, 
I 9m his daughter sin 



THE GIRL I MET FIVE YEARS AGO. 

I stepped on board the train one day 

When I was twenty-four, 

I heaved a sigh of deep regret, 

My college days were o'er 

And I had been commissioned to 

A little mountain charge. 

Four congregations, far apart 

And salary not large. 

The train moved on at rapid rate, 

I traveled all that day. 

When ev'ning came I found myself 

Three hundred miles away 

From home and in the mountains wild, 

A perfect wilderness, 

At first I was almost o'ercome 

With fear and loneliness. 

An elder, Philip Westinghouse, 

Had promised to meet me, 

I looked around on all sides but 

No person could I see ; 

The ticket agent told me that 

He lived two miles away, 

But that be had not seen him there 

At any time that day. 

And so I started up the road 
Along a deep ravine. 
The pines presented on all side% 
A rich delightful scene ; 
A clear and sparkling mountain broo" 
Rushed down the mountain side, 
And many gray squirrels on the tree? 
Popped in their holes to hide. 
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I walked along a mile or two 

And then stopped suddenly, 

For I beheld a fair young maid 

Beside a large pine tree, 

Plucking the flowers near its roots 

And singing all the while, 

Her neat form dressed in white, her face 

Beamed with a pleasant smile. 

But her dark bright eyes soon espied 

Me coming towards her. 

Good ev'ning miss ! said I, and she 

Replied, Good ev'ning sir! 

You live near here, said I, no doubt 

You can inform me where 

Lives Mr. Philip Westmghouse, 

Can you direct me there? 

Her bright dark eyes grew brighter still 

When I spoke thus to her, 

She sweetly smiled and then replied, 

I am his daughter, sir! 

She then extended her fair hind 

And said, you're welcome sir, 

I think I can guess who you are, 

You are our minister? 

You certainly have guessed aright, 
Said I, for I am he, 
And if the one whom I've just met 
Shall a fair sample be 
Of the young people of the flock, 
Our church is bound I know 
To increase in its membership 
And rich in grace to grow. 
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She blushed again and sweetly smiled, 
Then said to me, Now come. 
Just follow me I'll lead the way 
And soon we'll be at home ; 
'Tis only just a little way, 
That white house yonder, see, 
Which stands beneath the little hill 
Near by the tall pine tree. 

She led the way and soon I found 
Myself most heartily 
Welcomed by Mr. Westinghouse, 
His wife and children three ; 
That ev'ning I will ne'er forget, 
'Twas passed most pleasantly, 
The parents and the chilldren too. 
Were pleasant as could be. 

That happened just five years ago. 

And I am preaching still 

In that small mountain charge, I drive 

O'er many a stony hill ; 

But that fair maid whom I first met 

When first I traveled o'er 

The mountain road near by her home, 

Now lives at home no more. 

And is she still Miss Westinghouse? 
No, she has changed her name ! 
Six months ago to day her name 
And mine became the same; 
And now in a neat parsonage, 
W^hile moments come and go. 
My heart is cheered by that fair maid 
I met five years ago. 

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MY GOOD OLD PIPE OF CLAY. 

There's a snug, quiet corner in my father's old farm-house 
Where I've spent many a happy winter day, 
Where I've sat for many an hour just as quiet as a mouse, 
Smoking my good old pipe of clay. 

my good old pipe of clay, they have hidden it away, 
And I never hope to find it any more ! 

1 shall buy myself another and I'll smoke throughout the day 
While I sit in that corner as before. 

When the rays of morn were dawning and the sun shone 

forth its light 
Bringing to the world another day, 

I would fill my box with matches and prepare myself a light, 
Then I'd puff my good old pipe of clay. 

One day I went as usual to the corner of that room. 

But alas my good old pipe was gone ! 

I was almost broken hearted and I filled the house with 

gloom 
All night until the morning dawn. 

I blamed my wife and daughter but they ev'ry one denied 
And I never have been able to this day 

To detect the one who had been mean enough to go and hide 
That good old friend my pipe of clay. 

I have bought myself another for I never hope to find 
That pipe which some mischief hid away. 
But there'll be fond recollections of it coming to my mind, 
Farewell then my good old pipe of clay ! 



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HOPE'S VISION. 

I saw the Lord sitting upon 
His glorius throne on high, 
His everlasting glory filled 
The earth and sea and sky. 

Above his everlasting throne 

Stood the bright seraphim, 

With wings which covered face and feet 

Who praised and worshipped him. 

"And one cried unto another. 
Holy, holy, holy. 

Is the Lord of hosts, the whole earth 
Is full of his glory." 

Then all the foundations were moved 
At the voice of him who spoke, 
Foundations of the thresholds and 
The house was filled with smoke. 

Woe is me, I then exclaimed 
For I am now undone, 
**I am a man of unclean lips," 
A vile and sinful one. 

I dwell among a people whose 

Lips are vile and unclean, 

For the great Kmg, the Lord of hosts, 

Mine own eyes nov*^ have seen. 

Then one of the bright seraphim, 
Unto me quickly flew, 
Having a coal, which he with tongs 
From oflf the altar drew. 
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And then he touched my mouth with it 
And said unto me, "Lo, 
This coal hath touched thy hps and purged 
The sin which pained thee so." 

Then suddenly I heard a voice, 

It was the Lord's own word, 

"Whom shall I send, and who will go?" 

Said I, send me O Lord. 

I heard his voice saymg to me, 

Go forth and preach my word, 

I went forth and proclaimed the name 

Of Jesus Christ our Lord. 



JAMES ABRAM GARFIELD, ACROSTIC. 

Just and noble statesman he. 
At his post from morn till night, 
Man of honor, true, upright, 
Ever mindful of the right. 
Stood for land and liberty. 

Ably did he Avield the rod 
Brought to him, the nation's choice. 
Ruled he well with heart and voice, 
All true men could but rejoice; 
Martyr for his land and God. 

Gone forth to eternal rest. 
At the throne of God now blest ; 
Rest brave soul forever there, 
Free from sorrov/, pain and care; 

In that land of peace and rest. 
Evermore shalt thou be blest ; 
Live thou there and soon may we 
Dwell in that bright home with thee. 
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OLD UNCLE DAN. 

There was a man who was old and bent, 
But every day to town he went, 
Be the weather foul or be it fair, 
This bent old man never seemed to care ; 
No matter how thick the snow came down, 
Just the same he made his trip to town ; 
The people called him a nice old man, 
We children called him, "Old Uncle Dan." 

He lived with his daughter on a hill, 

Close by an old decayed grist mill, 

For many years it had ceased to grind. 

It was one of the old old-fashioned kind ; 

But oft I heard old Uncle Dan say, 

I run that mill for many a day. 

Many a sack of wheat I ground 

When that water wheel went round and round. 

Yes I was straig'hter and suppler then. 
Your father and I were stout young men, 
In yonder fields we together made hay 
And rastled each other many a day, 
I ducked him with water and he ducked me 
Till both were as wet as we could be 
And oft around the old barn we would run, 
I tell you my boys we had lots of fun. 

Old Mike Porter taught the deestrict school, 
His hickory rod and his dunce's stool 
Were the chief instruments of larning he had, 
The boys, I must say, were all rather bad ; 
Yes your father and I were none of the best, 
We both were about as bad as the rest ; 
One day we both laughed out loud, "He, he !" 
And old Mike licked us tremendously. 

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When Christmas came we barred out old Mike, 

But he broke in the door with a big hand-spike 

And at us he came and every young man, 

Now frightened jumped through the window and ran; 

I happened to be a Httle too slow 

And old Mike struck me a fearful blow 

Upon my head and I fell to the floor 

Everything grew dark and I knew no more. 

They said old Mike thought I really was dead, 

I lay motionless with a gash in my head ; 

Old Mike indeed was terribly scared 

For the biggest boys very stoutly declared 

That if I should die, on that very night 

The neighbors would hang old Mike on sight ; 

But Mike was not hung, but that very night 

The neighbors declared he'd served me just right. 

Yes boys that was many long years ago. 
Your teachers now do not carry on so; 
The people have grown much wiser you know, 
I thank the good Lord it has turned out so ; 
Old Mike did the best that he ever knew how, 
He*s dead and I hope up in heaven now. 
And your uncle Dan too will very soon go. 
And he'll be better off in heaven I know. 



THE PASSING OF THE NINETEENTH CENTURY. 

The town-clock now is striking six. 
Thou, Nineteenth Century, 
Hast only six more hours to live, 
Then we must part with thee ; 
The night approaches rapidly 
The golden moments fly, 
Thine eyes will soon forever close. 
At midnight thou must die. 
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Hark ! the town-clock strikes seven, 

The hours are only five 

Till thou wilt pass away and then 

The New Year will arrive, 

The New Year which will usher in 

The Twentieth Century. 

The new born son of Father Time, 

Who comes to succeed thee. 

The town-clock now is striking eight, 
Only four hours more 
Till thou wilt take thy hasty flight 
And wilt return no more : 
The tears will come, 'tis sad I know 
To see thee flee away, 
I would that many years were yet 
For thee to with me stay. 

O how tmie flies! the clock strikes nine. 

The hours are only three 

Till thou shalt vanish out of sight 

And ne'er return to me ; 

O why did I not realize, 

Before thy end drew near. 

That thou O Nineteenth Century, 

Wert thus to me so dear! 

And now the clock is striking ten. 

Thy race is almost run. 

Thy work on earth will soon be o'er. 

Thy work so nobly done ; 

Two hours more then thou shalt die, 

No more thy face I'll see. 

But though thou diest thou shalt live 

Within my memory. 



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And if I shall see many days 
Of the next century, 
No matter, I shall ne'er forget 
lliat I was born in thee ; 
No ! not if I live till the snow 
Of age comes to my brow, 

hark, I hear that clock again! 
It strikes eleven now. 

Thy hours I can count no more, 

1 count the moments now, 

Till thou shalt silently take flight 
And on thy journey go; 
Hark, the clock is tolling twelve ! 
'Tis tolling thy death knell, 
O Nineteenth Century so dear, 
Farewell, farewell, farewell! 

The above poem was written between the hours of six 
and twelve o'clock, Dec. 31, 1900. 



MY MOTHER'S FAVORITE HYMN. 

Arrayed in the blue, at the age of eighteen, 

I left my dear mother's side, 

I went on board of a transport and sailed 

O'er the ocean so deq3 and wide ; 

When on my berth in the transport that night, 

Very sad and lonely I lay, 

I fancied I heard my mother's sweet voice. 

Softly singing so far away. 

"Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, 
Which before the cross I spend ; 
Life and health, and peace possessing 
From the sinner's dying friend." 
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For thirty long days that transport sailed on 

And I very sea-sick became, 

Very restless, I groaned for many a night, 

And always was glad when day came ; 

My comrades would say, ''No'sv pard take a beer 

And you will be better I know," 

I answered them, no! and thought that I heard 

My mother's voice singing so lov/, 

*'Here I'll sit forever viovving 
Mercy's streams, m streams of blood ; 
Precious drops miy soul bedewing, 
Plead and claim my peace with God." 

At last after many a weary long day, 

Our transport entered the bay 

Where Dewey destroyed a Vv^hole Spanish fleet 

l^pon the first day of May ; 

I realized that I Vv^as far frori; niy home 

And I greatly trembled with fear. 

But e'en while I trembled my mother's sweet voice 

Seemed softly to ring in my ear, 

"Love and grief my heart abiding. 
With my tears his feet I'll bathe, 
Constant still in faith abiding, 
Life deriving from His death." 

Our regiment went forth to battle and fouglit 
And many privations we bore. 
At last the news came that peace was declared 
And all our hardships v/ere o'er ; 
We entered a transport to sail for our homes 
And soon we again were at sea, 
As I stood upon deck my m.other's sweet voice, 
Seemed gently to come back to me, 

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"Truly blessed is the station, 
Low before His cross I lie, 
While I see divine compassion 
Floating in His languid eye." 

After sailing for many a weary long day, 

We met with our dear friends once more, 

But sorrow was mine for my mother was dead. 

Her trials and sorrows were o'er ; 

While I stood by her grave the tears from my eyes. 

In great torrents freely did flow, 

But e'en while I wept I imagined I heard 

Her voice singing sweetly and low, 

"Here it is I find my heaven. 
While upon the Lamb I gaze ; 
Here I see my sins forgiven. 
Lost in wonder love and praise." 



1901. 



A MEY ERST OWN ELOPEMENT. 

She was a handsom.e maiden, 
Her age was twenty-two, 
Her father was a merchant 
As rich as any Jev/ ; 
Her mother was not handsome 
But very proud and vain. 
Who wore a dress at banquets 
Which had a ten-foot train. 

Her given name was Agnes, 
The name m^eans chaste or pure, 
They surely named her rightly, 
For she was chaste Fm sure ; 
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But of her cranky father, 
I could not say as much, 
Of chastity, her mother 
Had scarcely a small touch. 

A young and pius parson, 

Whose name was Arthur Brown, 

By a small congregation, 

Was called to Myerstown; 

He fell in love with Agnes, 

And ere her parents knew, 

They'd vowed that the next summer, 

They'd be no longer two. 

But when she told her parents 
They stormed and scolded her 
And said. What ! will you marry 
A poor young minister? 
They tried their best to force her 
To break the promise made. 
But, of their threats, young Agness 
Was not one whit afraid. 

They locked her in her bed room 
And kept her there all day, 
Nor left her out at ev'ning, 
But vowed she'd have to stay 
Till she v.^ould break the promise 
Made to young Parson Brown, 
But like that strong Gibraltar, 
She could not be brought down. 

'Twas shortly after midnight, 
Her parents both had gone 
To a huge ball and likely 
Would stay till morning's dawn ; 
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She stepped upon the porch roof, 
Below stood Arthur Brown 
Who with a rope and ladder, 
Soon brought her safely down. 

Tlien with light hearts they hastened 
Quickly to Cumberland, 
Where they, six hours later, 
Were joined both heart and hand; 
Her parents danced till morning, 
Then started for their home. 
When they arrived a message 
From Cumberland had come. 

The father quickly read it. 
What did the message say? 
Dear father, we were married 
Just at the close of day ; 
I do not ask forgiveness 
Because I did just rig'ht 
In quietly eloping 
With Arthur Brown last night. 

The mother, like a baby. 
Loudly began to bawl, 
The father said quite calmly, 
I'm not surprised at all ; 
I knew she was determined 
And now since it is done, 
Let's treat the parson kindly 
And own him as our son. 



So Agnes and her husband 
Came back and settled down 
And served the congregation 
In good old Myerstown ; 
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Their parents, now contented, 
Both often on them call, 
And have confessed to Agnes, 
'Twas better after all. 

The after years of Agnes, 
Content and happy proved, 
'Twas all because she married 
The young man whom she loved 
In preference to riches, 
She chose true, honest love 
And rich blessings descended 
Upon her from above. 

You cranky, wealthy fathers 
And you vain mothers 'too. 
This little, simple story 
Has lessons mennt for you ; 
Don't try the game of choosing 
Your daughter a husband. 
Or she, with a young parson, 
May skip to Cumberland. 



DISTRESS OF SOUL. 

Poor and wretdhed man am I, 
Jesus, Lord, to thee I cry. 
Save me ere I faint and die. 

Jesus, Lord, I humbly pray. 
Take my evil thoughts away 
Ere they lead my soul astray. 
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that T could, like a dove, 
Soar to unseen worlds above 
And abide in thy blest love! 

By false Satan's craft beguiled, 

I, a disobedient child, 

Wandered in the mountains wild. 

Tender shepherd, good and kind, 
Come into the wilds and find 
Thy poor child distressed in mind. 

Lost in the dark mountain hold, 

1 am hungry, faint and cold. 
Take me back into thy fold. 

Come Lord Jesus, rescue me. 

For I long again to be 

Safe within thy fold with thee. 

Take me back dear Lord and then 

Let me never stray again. 

For thy dear name's sake. A-men. 



THE JR. O. U. A. M. 

(James.) 

Say Bob, I'd like to see you join 
The grand Junior O. U. A. M. 
The boys I know would all be glad 
To see you come and join with them ; 
You're just the kind of men we want, 
Your principles are sound and right. 
Come Bob, say that you'll join our lodge. 
And I'll propose your name tonight ? 
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(Bob.) 

What, join your lodge, you say ! now James 
I must confess I cannot see 
What good the Junior Order does, 
Or e'er has done, can you show to me ? 
Now if you can show one grand thing 
Your lodge has done, I'll promise you 
I'll join It right away and will 
To all its principles be true. 

(James.) 

Well Bob, 'twill be no task at all 
To tell you what our lodge has done 
Since eighteen fifty-three when it 
Its noble course began to run ; 
I cannot tell you all it did. 
For it would take more days than one 
To tell you all the noble deeds 
Our patriotic lodge has done. 

When the great Civil War broke out, 
When Lincoln called for gallant men, 
W'ho went forth and enlisted first, 
Who left their homes and loved ones then? 
Who was it, while the coward knaves 
Feigned sickness or ran off and hid. 
Who went forth bravely to the war ? 
The Junior O. U. A. M. did. 

And when the war with Spain broke out, 
Who rallied to McKinley's call, 
Who were the boys who first went forth, 
Who left their homes, their friends, their all? 
What order urged its sons to go 
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And help the Cubans to get rid 

Of Spain, their old blood thirsty foe? 

The Junior O. U. A. M. did. 

What order greatly influenced 
Pennsylvania's Legislature, 
By which a law was passed which would 
Free text -books for the schools procure? 
Who made the law which sends to school 
Children from seven to sixteen? 
That blessing to our children was 
The Junior Order's work I ween. 

Now Bob, I could keep on all day 
Relating things which we have done 
During the forty-eight years since 
Our noble work was first begun ; 
But will not what I've told suffice, 
And will you not now join our band 
And be a member of that lodge 
Which stands for God and native land? 

(Bob.) 

Ah James, my eyes which once were blind 

You've opened and I clearly see 

Now that the Junior Order stands 

For native land and liberty ; 

Your or Jer has done noble work, 

Your principles are just and right, 

I have decided to join you. 

You may propose my name to night. 



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THE BEES. 

When the chilling storms are over and the sweet Spring 

flowers appear, 
There is music, sweet and pleasant, falls upon niy list'ning 

ear, 
'Tis the humining of the bus}' little golden honey bees 
Thinking what a noble lesson we may all learn from the bee, 
Namely, guard our inward treasure and drive off the enemy ; 
Let us labor then while watching, so that we at last may fly 
On joyful wing, while singing, to bright mansions in the 

sky. 
As they gather precious hone}' from the blossoms in the 

trees ; 
Oft I've sat and watched the workers by the hundreds go 

and come. 
Ever singing while they labored, making a delightful hum ; 
Never idle for a moment, rising early with the sun. 
Thus they daily gather honey till the honey season's done. 



You may take your trips to Europe or to any foreign land, 
But I, during vacation, will have pleasure twice as grand 
In the back-yard of a farm-house neath a spreading apple- 
tree. 
Where is heard the sweetest music of the little honey-bee ; 
Som.etiiTies 'tis true a naughty little bee will come along, 
W^ho around my head will circle and Vv-ill quickly change 

his song, 
Just the other day you should have seen me make a hop and 

skip 
When a naug'hty little hummer stung me on the upper lip. 

For about a half an hour I was feeling very sick 

And presented quite an aspect with my lip so red and 

thick. 
But it did not make me angry at the naughty little bee, 
For I soon again was seated neath the same old apple-tree, 

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HARVEST TIME. 



Seated under a large elm tree, 
I hear the binder ring, 
Within the golden wheat-field near, 
I see men harvesting ; 
Whene'er the binder makes a round, 
Behind it always leaves 
A pile of ripe and golden grain 
Neatly bound up in sheaves. 



Charlie drives the binder around 

While Tom and Jacob walk 

Behind him and pick up the sheaves 

And build shock after shock, 

And little James from the old farm-house, 

Comes every now and then. 

Lugging a jug in which he brings 

Fresh water for the men. 



It is these little golden grains 
Within the golden head 
That we depend upon each day 
To furnish us with bread ; 
Then to our gracious Father we 
Should let our praises flow, 
For it is He alone who makes 
These little grains to grow. 



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THE HAPPY TWIN BROTHER AND SISTER." 




The children were out gathering flowers 
From vines which grew near by. 



THE HAPPY TWIN BROTHER AND SISTER. 

In Pontz there lived two happy twins, 

A Httle girl and boy. 

Good natured and agreeable, 

Who were their parents' joy ; 

They were just ten years old the day 

Of which I wish to tell 

A little adventure of theirs. 

And mishap which befell 

The boy while on a visit to 

His grandma's farm which lay 

Beneath the Laurel Mountain range 

About five miles away. 

Well, I almost forgot to tell 

These little children's names ! 

The little girl's was Ella May, 

The little boy's was James ; 

It was their birth-day, I have said, 

The day was fair and bright, 

And mother had for Ella bought 

A neat new dress so white, 

And father had brought home for James, 

A handsome suit of blue, 

Black stockings and a pair of shoes 

And a new straw-hat too. 

That morning, dressed in their new clothes. 
They started on their way 
With light hearts to dear grandma's farm, 
To spend a pleasant day ; 
They saw grandma upon the porch. 
And soon she savv' them too. 
Why bless your dear young hearts, said she, 
I'm so glad to see you ! 
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'Tv/as very kind in you to come 

Out here to spend the day, 

Just make yourselves at home my dears, 

Run out and romp and play. 

The children were out gathering flowers 

From vines v/hich grew nearby. 

When suddenly Ella espied 

A golden butter n\ ; 

O James, see tlirt nice butterfly 

On yonder flower, see i 

O see how beautiful it is ! 

Please catch it James for me. 

O ! now it starts to fly away 

Down over that steep hill ; 

James could you not run after it 

And catch it for juc still? 



Yes Ella, I am oure T can ! 
Here, hold my coat for me, 
That I can catch a butterfly. 
You very soon v/ill see, 
James quickly shed his coat and then 
Started upon a run 
After the golden butterfly, 
He thought it glorious fun. 

Down, down the hill, across the field, 
O'er stones and sticks and logs. 
Passing by the marshy bog 
W'here croaked the green bull-frogs ; 
Still onw^ard fle\v the butterfly, 
But James pursued it still, 
Six times it led him up and down 
That rough and stony hill. 
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At last it sat upon a plant, 

No doubt to rest a bit, 

Then James quickly brought down his hat 

And thus he captured it ; 

Triumphantly he bore it back 

To Ella, Here, said he, 

He gave me a hot chase but still 

Could not escape from inc. 

But Ella threv; up Loth lier hands 

In horror and surprise. 

Like one who suddenly takes fright, 

And opened wide her eyes ; 

O James just look at your new clothes ! 

And see in your great haste 

In capturing the buttertly. 

You've ruined vour white ^vaist! 



dear, there are three horrid rents 
In your new waist and you 
Besides those horrid rents have torn 
Two buttons oft* it too ! 

And you made all this sacrifice 
To catch the butterfly 
For me, I am so sorry James, 
And she began to cry. 

James took her by the hand and said, 
Don't cry dear sister, don't. 
Grandma will not find fault with us, 

1 feel quite sure she won't 
And as for me I do not mind. 
My waist is torn 'tis true. 

But I feel paid because I caught 
The butterfly for you. 

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James you are so good and kind, 

1 am so very glad, 

A better brother than you are. 

No sister ever had ; 

Come now let's go into the house 

And see what can be done 

To mend the rents which you have made 

While on your rapid run. 

Dear grandma could not help but smile 

When she beheld the plight 

In which Ella and James were plunged, 

James was a sorry sight; 

Dear James, said she, you do indeed 

Remind me of your pap. 

When at your age he often had 

A similar mishap. 

No doubt each boy and girl who reads 

This tale would like to know 

What happened James when he reached home. 

For tearing his waist so ; 

His mother did not wallop him. 

Nor did she scold him, no, 

A wise and discreet mother does 

Not treat a kind boy so ! 

She simply said, I'm sorry James, 
You did not take more care, 
But I am glad you were so kind 
To Ella while out there ; 
And we think that his mother did 
What was exactly right, 
For to please Ella at all times. 
Was always James' delight. 



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TO OUR MARTYR PRESIDENT, WILLIAM 
McKINLEY. 

Noble, good, respected Chief, 
Soldier, true and ever brave. 
With sad hearts we tenderly 
Lay thee in the silent grave ; 
Thy kind voice upon this earth 
We will never hear again, 
But thy noble name will live 
In the hearts of all true men. 

Life's fierce battle thou hast fought 
And the vict'ry nobly won ; 
Gallant soldier, rest thou now. 
Thy great work on earth is done ; 
Fiends may send their bullets forth 
Into such brave men as thee. 
But they never can erase 
Thy name from our memory. 



FM SHELVED BECAUSE FM OLD. 

I am three score and ten years old, 

But still my mind is clear, 

But it appears that Saint Paul's Church 

No longer wants me here ; 

For thirty long years I have served 

As shepherd of this fold. 

But it is clear that I must be 

Now shelved because I'm old. 

When I first came to preach to them. 
They paid me the small sum. 
Three hundred dollars in one year. 
No other man would come ; 
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I came because I pitied them, 
Not for silver nor gold, 
Now what do they when I am weak? 
I'm shelved because I'm old. 

I found just forty memxbers here 
When I first came among 
This flock, but still I labored on 
For years with hand and tongue ; 
The number steadily increased. 
Nine hundred now enrolled. 
But in return for what I've done, 
I'm shelved 'because I'm old. 

During the last two years my strength- 
Has been on the decline, 
And yesterday they came to me 
And asked me to resign ; 
They have resolved to turn me out 
Into the world so cold. 
For they have no use for me now, 
I'm shelved because I'm old. 

I have resigned, my wife and I, 

To the Poor-house must go 

To spend the few remaining years 

Allotted us, O, oh! 

Who would have dreamed that hearts could be 

So cruel and so cold? 

Alas! 'tis true, they've turned me out, 

I'm shelved because I'm old. 

To the Poor-house we both must go, 
Within its walls to die. 
And very soon our bodies too 
Will in unmarked graves lie ; 
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But thank the Lord we soon will reach 
That City of pure gold, 
Where neither preachers nor their wives 
Are shelved because they're old. 



IF EVERY PREACHER'S WIFE WERE LIKE MINE, 

If every Preacher had a wife 

As good as mine, 
They'd find great pleasure in this life. 

They ne'er would whine 
Because 'twould be impossible, 
They'd have no tales of woe to tell 
If all their wives behaved as well 

As that of mine. 

If every Preacher's wife could fry 

Beefsteak as well 
As my wife fries my steak, then I 

Am here to tell 
That no Preacher would ever fret 
About the girl he didn't get, 
He'd have no cause e'er to regret 

Or woes to tell 

If every Preacher's wife could bake 

Biscuits as good 
As those my young wife can make, 

I'm sure there would 
Be no chance for a man to whine 
Whene'er the time comes for to dine, 
I tell you her biscuits are fine, 

Ah, they are good ! 
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If every Preacher's wife coulld bake 

Fruit cake as good 
As the fruit cakes niy wife can make, 

There'd be rich food 
On every Preacher's dinner table 
And they would every one be able 
To dine like kings in Aesops fable, 

Yes sir, they would ! 

If every Preacher's wife could mend 

And patch and sew 
Like my wife can, there 'd be no end 

Of a bare elbow 
From the Preacher's shirt extending out, 
Making him frown and fret and pout. 
You'll find no such a thing about 

Our house, O no! 

If every Preacher's wife could smile 

As sweet as mme, 
They'd be so happy all the while 

That they would shine 
Before the world as a bright light 
Eeach day from morning until night. 
And everything would go just right. 
Ah, 'twould be fine ! 



riVO PICTURES IN LIFE. 

An humble cottage by the way, 
A lawn strewn with sweet scented hay, 
A handsomie girl, v/ith hazel eyes, 
From morn till noon sits heaving sighs 
And wishes that she some day too 
Might have things like the rich folks do, 
And that she might ne'er see again 
That low, mean cottage in the glen. 
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Within a city, large and fine, 
A rich man's wife sits down to dine 
With styHsh folks, on cakes and pies, 
Who all day long is heaving sighs ; 
Could I but roll once more upon 
The sweet new hay upon the lawn, 
And see the cottage in the glen, 
I could be happy once again. 



THE OLD YEAR 

The clock strikes twelve, the old year's gone 
And it will ne'er again return. 
The town-clock tolls the mournful tale 
And we are filled with deep concern. 

It matters not if it has gone 
We know it carne with that intent. 
It is not that which brings concern. 
But, "How have we the old year spent?" 

Not only has the old year gone, 
But many an opportunity 
Has passed and never been embraced, 
But has been lost to you and me. 

The old year's gone, bright hopes have sped, 
But 'twill not do to sit and fret, 
Take courage and begin again 
And you will win the battle yet. 

Stand in the strength of Him who died 

For just such poor weak men as we; 

Put on the armor of the Lord 

And fight and win the victory. 

Jan. I, IQ02. 
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JAKE STOUFFER'S COURTSHIP AND PROPOSAL, 

Jake Stouffer lived on Chestnut Ridge 
Where land is not just of the best, 
Where soil is never found as thick 
As on the farms av/ay out west; 
About six months would count the time 
Which Jake had spent in school when young, 
So one could not expect that he 
Would be an expert with his tongue. 

He was a very bashful boy 
And after he had grown to be 
A tall young man of twenty years, 
He still possessed timidity ; 
One often wonders how a man 
So timid could e'er win a wife, 
I now Vv^ill tell how bashful Jake 
Took that important step in life. 

About a mile from vvhere Jake lived, 
Within a forest of pine wood, 
Beside a sparkling mountain stream, 
A little old log school house stood ; 
Professor Neff on Friday nights. 
In this small house for many a year, 
Held singing school and boys and girls 
Came Friday nights from far and near. 

Jake Stouffer came, of course, although 
He was too timid to take part. 
But still he loved to hear the rest, 
It made him feel so light at heart ; 
Amanda Mench, a handsome girl 
Who lived about a half a mile 
From Jacob's home, attended too, 
Jake sat and watched her all the while. 

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''JAKE STOUFFER'S COURTSHIP and PROPOSAL'' 




That afternoon they strolled abotil 
Upon the shore of a small lake 



upon a certain Friday night 
When Jake as usual came and sat 
And watched Amanda while she sang. 
His heart within went, 'Tit a pat!" 
Amanda caught his eye and smiled 
And Jake said to himself, O, oh ! 
How grand 'tAvould be to have it said, 
Jake Stouffer was Amanda's beau! 

He sighed again, If only I 
Could muster up courage to night 
To ask to see her home, 1 b'lieve 
She'd lem me go along all right; 
Then with determination he 
Said to him.self again, I wiM 
And I'll surprise some of the lads 
Who live upon old Chestnut Hill. 

As soon as the last piece was sung 
Jake rose and quickly seized his hat, 
His nerves all seemed to be unstrung. 
His he.art kept saying, "Pit a pat!" 
He walked to where Amanda stood. 
He felt as if he'd surely drop. 
But managed to find v/ords to say, 
Amanda, Manda, w-w-wait, say, stop! 

Now the fact of the matter was 
Miss Amanda was smitten too 
And when she saw Jake hesitate, 
Determined that she'd help him through 
So smiling she turned to Jake and said, 
W^ell Jake what would you have me do? 
Why-why, Amanda, say, why-why 
May I go home to night with you? 

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And when Amanda said, Why yes, 

And seized his arm the sudden thrill 

Of joy which ran through Jake's whole frame 

Seemed to shake up whole Chestnut Hill ; 

During the whole walk home that night, 

Jake ne'er once spoke a word but she, 

Like the mocking-bird in early spring. 

The whole way home kept chatting quite free. 

Next morning every gadabout 

Was out of bed before daylight 

And circulating the report, 

Jake took Amanda home last night ! 

Old Aunty Brown laughed heartily 

When told the news by Uncle Jim, 

Said she, I thought that Jake would faint 

If a girl would ever look at him. 

Jake Stouffer's courtship thus began, 
It was his first and only one, 
Three years passed by and then he thought 
'Twas time his wooing days were done; 
Amanda thought so too and sighed. 
Poor bashful Jake, ho comes and goes ! 
'Tis three years now he's courted me, 
I wonder if he'll ne'er propose? 

'Twas now the third day of July, 
The Fourth would be a holiday, 
Jake and some neighbors were at work 
Down in the meadow making hay ; 
All day the men kept taunting him. 
Why don't you pop the question Jake? 
Say Jake, can't I be groomsman, eh, 
And help to eat the wedding cake ? 
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But Jake with patience bore it all, 
Thought he, tomorrow she'll decide, 
I'll take her to the picnic and 
Will ask her there to be my bride ; 
I do not b'lieve she will refuse, 
O if she would, what would I do? 
But I believe she'll answer yes, 
For she's a lady gogd and true. 

Next day, Jake with Amanda went 
To Pine Grove, seven miles away. 
The sun shown bright upon the crowd. 
It was indeed a pleasant day ; 
When noon arrived they sauntered off 
To find a quiet, safe retreat. 
They found one neath a large pine tree 
And there sat down their lunch to eat. 



While they were eating Jake began, 
Manda ! then suddenly great fear 
Seized him, his heart thumps seemed so loud 
He thought she certainly must hear ; 
Amanda smiled, and then replied, 
What is it Jake, Why don't you speak? 
But Jake sat speechless, now quite pale 
Like one from fever grown quite weak. 

Amanda knew the truth full well. 
But feigned surprised to be. 
Why Jake, said she, you must be ill ! 
You're pale, why don't you speak to me? 
O Manda, Manda, I-I-I, 
You're sick, said she, what can I do? 
No, no not sick said he, I-I 
Have got some dhewing gum for you ! 
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She looked chagrined, Now Jake, I b'lieve 

That you had something else to say, 

I do not b'lieve that chewing gum 

Woulld cause you to turn pale that way; 

Y-yes, said Jake, 'tis true, I-I 

Had some thing else to say all right, 

I wanted to ask you to be 

My wi-wi — J'll tell you what tonight. 

That afternoon they strolled about 
Upon the shore of a small lake. 
Thus passed that fourth day of July, 
A memorable one for Jake ; 
When ev'ning came it found them both 
Seated again inside the house 
Where Manda lived and for an hour 
Jake sat as vfuiet as a mouse. 

At last he rose and seized his hat 
And said, I guess Manda I'll go, 
Amanda looked sui prised and said, 
Why Jake you promised me, you know, 
You'd tell me something else to night, 
What is it? Jake sat down again, 
Yes Manda, I will tell you all, 
I want to ask you when-when-when, 

When what, dear Jake ' said she again, 
Speak Jake and I will promise you 
Upon my honor here to night, 
Whate'er you ask me I will do ; 
Yes Manda I-I know you will. 
You'll do whate'er I ask I know, 
Will you be my wi-wi — ? its late, 
I think that I had better go. 
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Not till you've told me all dear Jake, 

Come, tell m.e now, you need not fear. 

You should not be afraid to tell 

Me what you want when no one's near! 

O Manda, Alanda, I want you, 

O Manda, 1 want you to be, 

O Manda, I would like if you ! 

Would you, would, say, would you have me? 

Why yes, said she, indeed I will. 
And gladly will I be your wife ! 
'Twill be indeed a pleasant thing 
To be your help-meet all through life ; 
Then suddenly Jake felt something 
Around his neck, he cried O, oh ! 
Then you'll be mine Amanda dear, 
Now then I'll take my hat and go ! 

And now my friends I'll say farewell, 
This little tale to you I've told 
And you no doubt have learned this fact, 
A man need not be very bold 
In winning a fair lady's love. 
If he just minds what he's about 
And does his best he'll always find 
His lady friend will help him out. 



IT IS I; BE NOT AFRAID. 

With five loaves and two small fishes, 
At the closing of the day, 
Jesus fed about five thousand 
And then sent them all away ; 
Then went up into the mountain, 
For the twelve to sea had gone, 
While they rowed upon the waters 
Jesus prayed to God alone. 
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On the sea, the raging billows 
Tossed the little boat about 
For the fierce wind was contrary, 
For it drove it from its route ; 
While the twelve disciples wrestled 
With the fierce, contrary wind, 
They beheld a form approaching 
And fear seized each troubled mind. 

Being somewhat superstitious, 
They began to cry for fear 
For they thought it was a spirit 
On the waters drawing near ; 
But 'twas only for a moment, 
Their grave fears were soon allayed, 
For they heard their Master saying, 
''It is I ; be not afraid." 

When upon life's stormy ocean, 
We see waves of sin roll high 
And when filled with superstition, 
We behold an object nigh. 
We should not cry out in terror, 
Neither should we be dismayed 
For the Savior still is calling, 
"It is I ; be not afraid." 



A PREACHER HAS AN EASY TIME. 

A preacher indeed has an easy time. 
Each hour to him is rest sublime. 

He has no trouble to pay his debts 
With the monstrous pay he each month gets. 
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His salary is always paid first-rate, 
For it he is never obliged to wait. 

He works one da\' in seven you see 
And during the other six he's free. 

His sermons the people well receive, 
Not one e'er says, "I don't believe," 

No rubs nor snubs at all gets he 
Whenever he meets his consistory. 

He never is by any members abused, 

Of preaching false doctrine he's never accused. 

His members the church laws all observe. 
Not one of them from their precepts swerve. 

See then how little he has to do. 

Don't you wish that you were a Preacher too? 

If you w"ant to be certain of what you hear. 
Just take my place for about one year. 



THE BOOKS OF THE BIBLE, OLD TESTAMENT. 

Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus 
Are the first books the Bible gives us, 
Numbers, then Deuteronomy, 
Joshua and Judges are next you see. 
The next the book of Ruth we quote 
And Samuel One and Two we note ; 
First and Second Kings we view, 
Next comes Chronicles One and Two, 
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Ezra and Nehemiah, then 

Esther, Job and Psahns we pen, 

Proverbs, Ecciesiastes and 

The Song of Songs in order stand ; 

Isaiah and Jeremiah we spell, 

Lamentations and Ezekiel, 

Daniel, Hosea, Joel, Amos 

And Obadiah we come across ; 

To Jonah and Micah next we come 

And next the short book called Nahmii ; 

Habakkuk and then Zephaniah, 

Then Haggai and Zechariah, 

And now^ the last of all we spy 

The book of the prophet Malachi. 



THE BOOKS OF THE BIBLE, NEW TESTAMENT, 

Matthew, Mark, Luke and John 
Tell the story of God's own Son ; 
Acts the deeds of brave men teli, 
How they labored long and well ; 
Romans next comes to our view, 
Then Corinthians One and Two, 
Galatians, with whom Paul v/as vexed, 
Philippians and Colossians next ; 
Thessalonians, One and Two, 
We in order name for you. 
First and Second Timothy, 
Titus, Philemon we see, 
Hebrews and James come to view, 
Then comes Peter, One and Two, 
Now in turn we gaze upon 
The First, the Second, and Third John, 
And next we see Jude fall in line, 
Then Revelation of John divine. 
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THINGS THAT I LOVE TO DO AND SEE, 

I love to rise upon the morn 
Of a bright summer's day 
And gaze upon the standing corn 
And scent the new mown hay. 

I love to v/atch the old grist mill 
Grind flour day by day, 
And just beyond upon the hill, 
The lambs that frisk and play. 

It is indeed great joy to me 
To take my rod and hook 
And fish beneath the willow tree 
For suckers in the brook. 

But that which I most enjoy, 
Is on the Sabbath-Day, 
To see each little girl and boy 
In church to work and pray. 



THE TWO GIRLS WHOM JAMES CONNER 
WHIPPED. 

The school-house was a small one, 
'Twas built of white oak logs. 
It stood close by a forest 
And by some marshy bogs. 

James Conner was the teacher, 
A youth of just eighteen. 
As proud and stiff a mortal 
As anywhere was seen. 
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He was very short of stature 
And very fair and free, 
Some boys fifteen or younger 
Were much taller than he. 

He was a splendid teacher 
But one great fault had he, 
He whipped some almost daily 
And others let go free. 

In school there were twin sisters, 
They were aged just fifteen, 
Two sweeter girls than they were 
Are very seldom seen. 

Their father was a merchant 
And both of them dressed well, 
It is about these sisters, 
I have a tale to tell. 

Their riches did not make them 
The least bit vain or proud, 
They came to that old school-house 
And mingled with the crowd. 

Some of the girls were noisy 
And often pushed each other 
While classes were reciting, 
And gave the teacher bother. 

One day he said, Now ladies. 
The next one that I see 
Engaged in pushing, I'll bring out 
And thrash trmendously. 

In less than half an hour 
He heard behind his back, 
A hubbub and some laughing 
And something go, Whack-whack! 
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He turned and saw those sisters 
Doing the pushing act, 
Now girls^ said he, come forward, 
I've caught you for a fact. 

Both of tlie girls obeyed him 
And came to where he stood. 
While he from out his desk drew 
A slender rod of wood. 

He seized the hand of Mary, 
You've broken my last rule 
And I'm obliged to v/hip you, 
The oldest girls in school. 

Thus spake he and proceeded 
To lay his strokes upon 
Tlie tender back of Mary, 
I counted twenty-one. 

She bore it very meekly, 
She did not scream nor cry 
And neither did I notice 
A tear drop in her eye. 

But 'twas not so with Lily, 

She screamed most piteously, 

While tears from both her brigtit blue e^^es. 

Flowed rapidly and free. 

The whole school then was silent. 
Those girls were loved by all, 
Not one of us applauded 
Or jesting words let fall. 

How did you like your whipping? 
I asked the twins that night; 
And they both smiled and answered, 
It served us both just right. 
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Said I, I s'pose your father 
Will, when he meets that man, 
Lay hold of him and shake him 
And give his hide some tan? 

Not much ! they answered quickly, 
If we to him complain. 
He'll go and cut a birch-rod 
And whip us both again. 

Those twins are now both married 
And teachers do not bother, 
The one married James Conner 
And I married the other. 

Whether Jim's wife e'er gave him 
A whipping in return 
For whipping her, I've never 
Been able yet to learn. 



THE WOULD BE BOYS. 

Five little brothers 
Played on the lawn, 
Rudolph and Jacob, 
George, James and John ; 
Seated beneath a 
Large chestnut tree, 
Each one in turn told 
What he would be. 

Said little Rudolph, 
I'm going to be 
A great big sailor 
And cross the sea, 
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And then whenever 
My voyage ends, 
I'll bring nice relics 
Home to my friends. 

Said little Jacob, 
When I grow big 
I'll be a doctor, 
Own a fine rig. 
Live in a mansion, 
Have things just fine, 
Oranges, bananas 
Whene'er I dine. 

Said little Georgie, 
When I grow large, 
I'll be a soldier 
And make a charge 
On all the traitors 
And make them fall, 
I'll rid the country 
Soon of them all. 

Said little Johnnie, 
When I grow tall, 
I'll be a preacher 
And get a call 
To go to China 
Where I will teach 
The helpless heatlien 
And to them preach. 

And now, said Jamie, 
Listen to me 
While I now tell you 
What I will be ; 
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'Tis right and proper 
For each to plan, 
When I grow big sir, 
I'll be a man. 



WASH DAY. 



Over the tub, the old wash-tub, 
My wife now bends and rub-rub-rub 
Her fingers over the wash-board go, 
She does not relish her work I know, 
For many a tim.e do I hear her say 
With a sigh, '1 must wash again to day,'* 
And when ev'ning comes I observe that she 
Is about as tired as she can be. 

Some makers of soap will often say 
That women no longer dread wash-day 
Whenever they use the soap they make, 
Their advertisements are all a fake. 
For use whatever soap you will. 
You'll find that ev'ry wash-day still 
Will make a man's young wife feel blue, 
Not only her but her husband too. 

For he nmst carry the water in 
To fill the boiler made of tin 
And empty the dirty water too 
W'hich often splashes m his shoe 
And on his socks so very thin 
And often wets him to the skin ; 
Soap makers may strange things declare, 
But I don't like wash day, so there ! 
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COLUMBIA {Acrostic), 

Columbia, land of liberty, 

Our voices sing the melody. 

Land of the free, home of the brave, 

Untarnished let thy banner wave ; 

May we to it be ever true, 

Bright emblem, the Red, White and Blue, 

In war, in peace, we'll sing of thee, 

America and liberty. 

Columbia, where no tyrants rule, 

Our home, our church and public school 

Live and our children come and go 

Unmolested by any foe ; 

Men of prominence oft have been 

Boys whose mothers used to spin 

In humble, lowly cabins where 

All was poverty, work and care. 

Columbia, we with gladness sing. 
O'er thy hills our voices ring; 
Lo from the many glad hearts rise 
Up to our God above the skies, 
Music and sweetest minstrelsy, 
Bless O our God our land so free, 
Instill in ev'ry heart love for 
America forevermore. 



THE MAN WITH THE DRAWN SWORD, 

It came to pass when Joshua 
Was by the walls of Jerico, 
A city strong and fortified. 
He lifted up his eyes and lo 
With drawn sword in his hand there stood 
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A mighty man in his pathway, 

And Joshua went unto him 

And thus lie spoke, "Tell me, I pray, 

Art thou for us or for our foe? 

Tell me, wilt thou, with thy svv^ord drawn, 

Withstand the chosen band of God, 

Or dost thou come to urge us on?" 



The holy messenger replied 

To that demand of Joshua, 

"O chosen leader of God's band, 

To thy demand I answer nay, 

But as the captain of the host 

Of God, our Lord am I now come, 

To vanish ev'ry foe and give 

To Israel, God's son a home!" 



Then Joshua fell on his face 
And prostrate on the ground he lay, 
And worshipped and in faith replied, 
"What saith my Lord to me today ?" 
The Captain of God's host replied, 
"Put off thy shoe at once for lo 
Where thou .standest is holy ground " 
And Joshua at once did so. 



God's chosen band is marching sttll. 
Still marching to the Promised land. 
The Captain of the host of God 
Still stands with drawn sword in his hand: 
And if we bow and worship him 
And like his former servant say. 
With faith unfeigned and contrite heart, 
"What saith my Lord to me to day?" 
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The walls of sin which Satan builds, 
Though they be high and all around, 
Will, when we shout our Captain's name. 
All crumble and fall to the ground. 



A COUNTRY BOY. 

There was a boy upon a farm 
Who held the plow with mighty arm. 
Who shook the apples from the trees. 
Who wore large patches on his knees. 

He chopped the wood and made saw-logs, 
He milked the cows and fed the hogs. 
And on a frosty autumn morn 
He husked the vellow Indian corn. 



While working- in the old barn-yard. 
That boy would also study hard ; 
While he a scanty living earned, 
He also many lessons learned. 

While at his work he oft would take 
His book and an oration make ; 
The pigs, and chickens on the fence, 
Composed his only audience. 

That same boy afterwards became 
A man of power and of fame, 
A mighty statesman too was he. 
Opposed to human slavery. 
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Who was that boy, you ask who came 
To be a man of mighty fame? 
The same as you see ev'ry day 
Beneath your feet, his name was Qay. 
(But not common mud.) 



HOW SHE FELT. 

She sat upon her rocking-chair 

And breathed the sweet, fresh summer air. 

The sun was setting in the west, 
The cows were lying down to rest. 

The full-moon rose and viewed the scene, 
'Twas calm and perefectly serene. 

Her dark eyes flashed, her face looked blank, 
Said she, He's nothing but a crank ! 

I did not think that night when he 
Asked if he might go home with me, 

That he would go next day and buy 
Me presents at a price so high ! 

I would not be surprised if he 
Would ask me next his wife to be ! 

But if he does, 'twill soon be seen 
That I'm not quite that soft and green ! 

That night he did propose that they 
To Cumberland should steal away. 
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But she replied to his appeal, 
Ah George, I feel, I feel, I feel ! 

You feel as if you loved me Ruth, 
Come tell me, have I guessed the truth? 

No George, 'tis like a vegetable. 
To tell the name I am not able! 



Potato, cabbage, onion, beet. 

Is it something very good to eat? 

Yes, 'tis one that grows very fast. 
Ah, I have thought of it at last ! 

You will not take offence I hope, 

I feel just like a cantelope. 

Brave George Washington who brought 



FIRMLY STAND. 

In w^hatever place you toil, 

Firmly stand ; 
If you til the fertile soil. 

Firmly stand ; 
If you work with all your might 
From sunrise until sunset, 
Every moment, for the right, 
Let your heart be firmly set. 

Firmly stand. 

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If our laws you help to make, 

Firmly stand ; 
Tread with care, make no mistake, 

Firmly stand ; 
On your honor ever stand. 
Ever to your land be true, 
With true heart and honest hand. 
In life's journey, through and through^ 

Firmly stand. 

For your God Vv'ho gave you breath, 

Firmly stand ; 
Till you close your eyes in death. 

Firmly stand ; 
Ne'er before a tyrant quail. 
Ne'er to evil men give way. 
Stand for truth, you cannot fail. 
For the right, day after day, 

-Firmly stand. 



THE SPIRIT OF WASHINGTON, 

Hold fast to your ov/n, be true. 

Fellow citizens v/ill you 

Forsake the old Red, White and Blue, 

The flag of the free 
Which our forefathers of yore 
Bravely through each battle bore, 
Will you stand by it no more. 

Will you from it flee? 

See the thousands coming o'er 
To our fair Columbia's shore. 
See them coming, more and more, 
Thousands ev'ry year ; 

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See, there comes a lawless band 
From Italia's sunny land, 
Look, they all around you stand ! 
See, have you no fear? 

Do you not remember who 

Of the patriots in blue. 

Though now dead, still speaks to you, 

Citizens beware 
Of the foreigners who come 
To your sacred blood-bought home. 
Of the lawless bands who roam 

Here and ev'ry where? 

Citizens have you forgot 

Brave George Wasliington wdio brought, 

Through the fight, without a blot, 

That old glorious flag ? 
Have you really all gone blind. 
Will your patriotic mind 
From it turn and you behind, 

Like a coward lag? 

No, no, a thousand times no ! 
Rouse yourselves and let us go 
Forth and pay the debt we owe 

To George Washington ; 
Fight the fight, not with the sword, 
By our votes, with one accord, 
Never rest till our watchword 

Be, Vict'ry is won ! 



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THE PLAGUE. 

Dedicated to President Roosevelt, a True American. 

The plague, the plague, halloo, hey, hey ! 
Just see 'tis coming right this way 
Across the Atlantic Ocean route 
And we've no fence to keep it out! 

That plague is foreign immigration 
From ev'ry European nation. 
They're coming thickly, more and more, 
Each year to fair Columbia's shore. 

Hey, brother citizens, arise 
And open up your sleepy eyes ; 
Come on and let us build a fence 
And let it be a sure defence ! 

Let the ballots of one and all 
Be used to build a monstrous wall, 
Let that wall be a stringent law 
Without the least defect or flaw! 

Let that wall be so high and strong 
That it may turn that endless throng 
Of lawless criminals away 
From our fair shores now and alway. 

Then let our nation live in peace, 
Then let our loyalty increase, 
Then let Old Glory freely wave 
Over a nation true and brave. 



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THE PARSON'S VISIT:' 



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To the floor tlie crock descended 
With an awtul thump and splash. 



THE PARSON'S VISIT. 

One cold day, 'twas in December, 
We went forth to make a call 
On our friend Tobias Wilson 
And arrived just at niglitfall. 

We received a hearty welcome, 
As our home was far away 
And the night was dark and stormy, 
We remained till the next day. 

An event took place next morning 
Which I never v/ill forget ; 
I cannot refrain from laughing 
When I think of it e'en yet. 

We were seated in the kitchen 
Just about the break of day, 
On the gridiron before us, 
Buckwheat cakes in order lay. 

When the cakes had finished baking, 
Sally placed them on a plate, 
Then took up the crock of batter. 
Then, O then, O sad her fate ! 

How it happened I'll ne'er tell you. 
But about as quick as llash, 
To the floor the crock descended 
With an awful thump and splash. 

Yes, of course the crock turned over 
And I saw the batter flow 
Over Sally's gingham apron. 
While the poor girl cried O-oh ! 
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Then 'her mother fussed and scolded 
And her father helped along, 
Saying that she was so careless, 
That it was the same old sons:. 



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Why, said he, it is the third time 
That she's let the batter fall, 
Once it splashed clean to the ceiling, 
See, there's some yet on the wall ! 

While the parents stood there grumbHng 

I sat there in agony, 

Trying to suppress my laughter 

At poor Sally's misery. 

I could not be blamed for laughing. 
You'd have done the same I know 
If you'd seen that buckwheat batter 
Over Sally's apron flow. 

If. you'd seen her standing holding 
Up her apron which was filled 
Full of slimy buckwheat batter, 
Which she from the crock had spilled. 

And besides her brother Albert, 
Sitting by, whose age v\^as eight, 
W^hen the accident first happened, 
Was a victim too of fate. 

His felt boots which he was proud of, 
Both received a monstrous splatter 
W'hen the crock descended near him 
With tliat av/ful buckwheat batter. 
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With a bound and yell he darted 
Quickly througli the open door, 
While my wife, whose eyes were twinkling, 
Viewed the batter on the floor. 

I at one time knew some people, 
When I lived near the Great Lakes, 
Who'd have g-athered up the batter 
And still baked it into cakes. 

But of course we did not use it, 
We had all been better bred ; 
We just scooped it up and fed it 
To the dog and cats instead. 

After time had cooled the ire 
Of the parents, one and all 
Joined in laughter, loud and hearty 
O'er the buckwheat batter fall. 

It was trifling, it was nothing 
When compared with Adam's fall ; 
We were somewhat short of buckwheat 
Cakes for breakfast, that was all. 



THE CALL FROM THE WEST. 



In remembrance of Michael Schlatter, founder of the Re- 
formed Church in the United States. 

I know a man whose name I like. 

Some call him Schlatter but I call him Mike ; 

Said Mike to himself, A preacher I'll be, 

I'll not stay at home but cross the broad sea ; 

So true to his word he came to a ship 

And stepping on board began his long trip, 

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A short time afterward in America, 

He founded a chvirch in the state of P.-A. 

Of all the dhtirches many thought Mike's the best- 

And soon a cry came to him from the West, 

Come over and preadh the Word to us too. 

For none can expound the Gospel like you. 

Said he, I can't go, but I'll do what I can, 

I'll send you an honest and earnest young man, 

And having found one he put him to test. 

Gave him instruction and sent him out west ; 

Many years have sped and vSchlatter has gone 

To find his reward, but his V>/ork goes on, 

For many young men who love his church best. 

Go forth ev'ry year to preach in the west. 



FLY AWAY, TROUBLE. 

Fly away, fly away, trouble. 
Come to my house no more. 
Quickly depart from my presence, 
Ne'er again darken my door. 

You have been bringing disorder, 
You have been causing me pain, 
Hasten and take your departure, 
Ne'er let me see you again. 



WELCOME, O SUNSHINE. 

Welcome, thrice welcome, O sunshine, 
Come in my house and abide. 
There is good cheer in my household 
When thy bright beams fall inside. 

Haste and come in my house quickly, 
Do not a moment delay. 
Come in the morning quite early 
And abide with us alway. 
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TO GENERAL ULYSSES S. GRANT. 

When the rebels turned their guns 

On Sumpter and the Civil War 

Began in earnest there arose 

Out of the West a brilliant Star 

Who shed his beams from East to West, 

From North to South and forward moved, 

Nor did he stop until he had 

Rescued the nation which he loved. 

Small asteroids stood in his way. 
Determined his progress to bar. 
He smote them furiously and thus 
For four years they with him did war ; 
It mattered not which way they turned. 
That mighty Star appeared so high, 
At last they fully re^H^ed 
Their cause was hopeless and must die. 

Prostrate before him they all fell 
And said, What terms, O mighty Star 
Will you grant us if we agree 
To close this cruel, Civil War? 
We realize our cause is lost 
And that our bitter race is run, 
So let our nation, rent m. twain, 
Unite and be forever one. 

The Stars and Bars we will pull down, 
The Stars and Stripes alone shall wave 
Over the Blue, over the Gray, 
Over one nation true and brave ; 
Receive thy brothers, who rebelled. 
Into thy favor once again, 
Into the Union let us come 
And we will faithfully remain. 
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Then and there was it revealed 
The noble nature of that Star, 
He had a true forgiving heart, 
Thoug'h merciless v/hen waging war ; 
So, generously, he replied, 
Fear not, my brothers, }ou shall live, 
Depart in peace, each to his home, 
Your brother will your sins forgive! 

O noble heart, blest be thy namic, 
Peace to thy ashes in the tomb ! 
Ages shall pass, thy honored nam^e 
In loyal hearts will e'er hnd room. 
And ever as the years roll by, 
The Stars and Stripes shall softly wave, 
Proud emblem of that nation which 
Thou didst from death and ruin save. 

W'hat! what is that I hear you ask. 
Who v/as that noble brilliant Star? 
What ! art thou mad, have you not read 
The hist'ry of the Civil War? 
Then I will tell you who it v/as 
Who fought and nobly won the day; 
The name of that bright Star is this, 
Ulysses Simpson Grant, hurra ! 



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M^mns. 



Come thou Lord Jesus, bless 
Our meeting here, 

Thou searcher of all hearts, 
To us draw near. 

Guide us we hunibh' pray, 

Shield us througliout this day 
From dread and fear. 

Lord we believe thy word, 
Thy v/ord we love. 

To thee our prayers ascend, 
To thee above ; 

O may we earnest be 

When we petition thee. 
The God of love. 

May vre forever sing 
Praises to thee. 

Help us to humbl}- bow 
At thy decree : 

When we thv will have done, 

When we the race have run, 
Take us to thee. 



L. M. 

Jesus my ever faithful guide, 
Who dost with all thy saints abide, 
With joy it fills this heart of mine 
To know that I'm forever thine. 
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1896 



Though Satan oft may vex my soul, 
He still can never gain control 
While thou my faithful guide art nigh 
To hear the sinner's mournful cry. 

Though 1 be tempted day by day, 
I never shall be led astray 
While thou remainest by my side, 
My counsellor and faithful guide. 

And when I stand upon the brink 
Of Jordan's stream I shall not shrink, 
For thou my ever faithful guide 
Wilt bear me safely o'er the tide. 



1898. 



C. M. D. 

I heard a voice from heaven say, 

Fear not ye sons of men, 

For I am He who once was dead, 

But now I live again ; 

I am alive forevermore 

And have the keys of death, 

I rose in triumph from the grave, 

I breathe the living breath. 

I heard a voice from heaven say, 
Blessed are they who read 
The precious truths of Jesus Christ 
And to his words give heed. 
Who hear the words of prophecy. 
Who strive to keep his word. 
They shall inherit endless rest 
And dwell with Christ their Lord. 
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I heard a voice from heaven say, 

Write, blessed are the dead, 

The dead which die in Christ our Lord, 

In Christ the Uving Head ; 

From henceforth doth the Spirit say 

From labor they do rest, 

For all their works do follow them 

And they in Christ are blest. 

I heard a voice from heaven say, 

There shall be curse no more, 

The Lamb of God shall be therein, 

Whom all the saints adore, 

They shall his glorious face behold 

And hear him say again. 

The grace of the Lord Jesus Christ 

Be with the saints. Amen. 1896. 



C. M. Rev. 7:9-10. 

Behold before the throne of God, 
A multitude now stands, 
Their bodies are all clothed in white 
And palms are in their hands. 

From ev'ry nation they are come 
To meet the Prince of light. 
Whose blood, once shed on Calvary, 
Has washed their garments white. 

Washed from all sin, before his throne, 
Together they rejoice, 
They bow before the Lamb of God 
And cry with a loud voice, 
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Salvation to our God of love 

Who sits exalted high. 

And to the Lamb for sinners slain, 

Salvation be the cry. 1899. 



8s, 7s, & 4s. 

Lord I bow in meek submission. 
Humbly at thy cross I kneel. 
Wretched is my heart's condition, 
Son of God my sorrows heal ; 

O forgive me, 
Cleanse my heart from sin O Lord. 

Though I worship thee in spirit, 
In the flesh Lm weak O Lord, 
O may I that peace inherit, 
Promised in thy precious word ; 

O forgive me, 
Cleanse my heart from sin O Lord. 

Through life's journey be thou near me, 
Guide me in the narrow way, 
Keep me ever true and faithful, 
Let me never go astray ; 

O forgive me. 
Cleanse my heart from sin O Lord. 1899. 



L. M. John 14 chapter. 

Let not your heart be troubled, ye 
Believe in God, believe in me, 
Thus spake the Lord, the Prince of light, 
To those he loved, on that sad night. 
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Within my Father's house to night 
Are many mansions rich and bright, 
I go away, from death set free. 
There to prepare a place for thee. 

Give us dear Lord the faith to say, 

"Thou art the Truth, thou art the Way," 

And in thy Father's house prepare 

For us a mansion bright and fair. 1898. 



L. M. John 17 chapter. 

Father glorify thou me 

With glory v/hich I had with thee 
Before the world was formed or ere 

1 came to earth man's sins to bear. 

To men whom thou didst give to me. 

Out of the world, from sin set free. 

Did I make manifest thy name 

That they might know and love the same. 

I leave the v^orld and come to thee, 

O Holy Father keep them free 

From sin and m.ay they all be one 

Until their work on earth is done. 1898. 



7s. 



''Blessed are the pure in heart." 
Cleansed from every stain of sin, 
Who from grace do not depart, 
Crowns of glory they shall v/in ; 
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They shall see the Father's face, 
They shall dwell with him above 
And receive the crown of life 
Through the Father's boundless love. 

"Blessed are the merciful," 
Mercy they shall all obtain, 
And in glory with the I.ord ; 
Through enternity shall reign ; 
In that great and awful day, 
Pure and undefiled they'll stand, 
Free from toil and earthly care, 
At the Son of man's right hand. 

"Blessed are the peacemakers," 

Who the Savior's path have trod, 

Blessings shall be theirs, "For they 

Shall be called the sons of God ;" 

They shall dwell in joy and peace 

In the Father's house on high, 

They shall with the Angel hosts. 

Praise the blessed Trinity. 1899. 



(Tune, Old Black Joe.) Matt 11:28-30. 

Come unto me, ye who are faint and weak, 
Come unto me, ye who salvation seek, 
Come unto me, poor, wretched and distressed. 
Come unto me all ye that labor, I'll give you rest. 

(Chorus) 

Come sinner, come sinner, poor wretched and distressed. 
Come unto me all ye that labor, I'll give you rest. 

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Why will you wait, bound down with dread and fear. 
Why will you toil, when rest awaits you here? 
Come unto me, all ye by sin oppressed, 
Come unto me all ye that labor, I'll give you rest. 

(Chorus.) 

Take thou my yoke, be free from toil and care, 
'Twill give you joy, 'tis one whom all can bear, 
Come unto me and be forever blest, 
Come unto me all ye that labor, I'll give you rest. 

(Chorus.) 

Take up thy cross and tread the narrow way, 
'Twill guide thee on un^ eternal day. 
Where thou shalt dwell in mansions of the blest, 
Come unto me all ye that labor, I'll give you rest. 

(Chorus.) 

1899. 



L. M. 
O blessed Spirit, heavenly dove. 
Who didst descend from heaven above 
Upon those chosen by our Lord, 
Assembled then with one accord. 

Descend to day into my heart. 
Bid ev'ry taint of sin depart, 
O guide me in that narrow way 
Which leads to God's eternal day. 

Kindle a flam.e within my heart 
And may it ne'er through life depart. 
But may it each day brighter grow 
While I still journey here below. 

Help me all trials to endure, 

May I through life be good and pure 

May I to men such comfort give. 

That though I die I still may live. 1899. 



C. p. M. 

To thee, O God, my voice I'll raise 
And sing aloud thy sweetest praise 

And thy blest name adore ; 
I'll sing of thy most humble birth. 
Of thy great love for man on earth, 

Now and forever more. 

ril sing how thou long years ago 
Didst come to dwell with man below, 

Upon a blessed morn ; 
How in a manger far away. 
On that first blessed Christmas day, 

Thou Christ our Lord wast born. 

How, suddenly, to those who feared, 
A mighty heavenly host appeared 

Beneath the morning sky ; 
With heavenly rapture they all sang. 
O'er hill and plain their music rang, 

"Glory to God most high." 1899. 



C. M. 

Lord I'm impure and vile within, 
A wretched one conceived in sin ; 
Oft have I gone from thee astray 
And walked in Satan's broad pathway. 

My heart's deceitful, proud and vain. 
There sin has left it's darkened stain, 
To thee I can no good work bring 
For in my flesh dwells no good thing. 
202 



Yet 'tis not I but 'tis the sin 
Which wars with me and dwells within 
My heart and daily torments me, 
Leads me into capitivity. 

But thanks I give to thee dear Lord, 

That by thy everlasting Word 

I am assured that 1 shall win, 

For thou hast washed away my sin. 

Keep me, dear Lord, in that bright way 

And guide me to the perfect day, 

Until with joy I view thy face 

In Heaven's glorious resting place. 1899. 



C. M. 

The sweetest of all names to me. 
Is Jesus, Savior, King, 
For he has made salvation free, 
His praises I will sing. 

(Chorus.) 

"O praise ye the Lord, O praise ye the Lord,' 

Who made salvation free, 

Who for our sins hung on the cross 

And died on Calvary. 

Far, far away, from Olive's brow, 
Beyond the great broad sea, 
In faith I see my Savior bow 
In dark Gethsemane. (Chorus.) 
203 



"Exalted high at God's right hand,'* 
Where death no more can come, 
The Savior intercedes for me 
In his celestial home. (Chorus.) 

I see him hanging on the cross, 
In agony and pain, 
I know that my dear Savior's loss 
Is my eternal gain. (Chorus.) 

I would that all men might conceive 
The Savior's wondrous love, 
And cast their sorrows and their cares 
On him who dwells above. (Chorus.) 

1899. 



IIS. (Tune, Sweet Home.) 

I'm nearing the place where the saints of God meet. 
Where clothed in white robes they triumphantly stand, 
Where they worship the Lamb, falling down at his feet. 
And join their glad songs in that heavenly land. 

(Chorus.) 

Peace ! peace ! blessed peace ! 
Forever to dwell with my Savior in peace. 

I'm nearing the place where my Savior now dwells, 

Exalted on high at the Father's right hand, 

Adored by the angels who constantly sing, 

With whom I shall sing in that heavenly land. (Chorus. 

I'm nearing the place where trials never come, 
Where washed in his blood, free from sin I shall stand, 
Forever with Him who has said there shall be 
No sorrow nor pain in that heavenly land. (Chorus.) 

1898. 
204 



S. M. 

I am the bread of life 
Which bread I freely give, 
If any man shall eat thereof, 
He shall forever live. 

I am the living bread 
Which down from heaven came, 
No life have ye within yourselves, 
Except ye eat the same. 

Lord now and evermore 
Give us that living bread. 
And may our hungry souls by thee 
Forevermore be fed. 

1899. 



L. M. D. 



From heathen plunged in misery, 
Who dwell in lands beyond the sea. 
O'er valleys low, o'er mountains high. 
There comes that Macedonian cry, 
O Christians Vvill you not come o'er 
And bring the Gospel to our door, 
O come and to us heathen give 
The bread of life that we may live. 

Daily they die who never heard 
A line or precept from God's Word, 
Launched forth into eternity, 
Who can fortell their destiny? 
O Christians leave us not to die, 
O heed the heathen's mournful cry, 
Come o'er and tell us of that love 
Of Jesus who now reigns above. 



O haste the Word, do not delay, 
O bring or send to us today, 
That we may soon, from sin set free, 
Enjoy that blessed liberty ; 
O Christians bring to us the Light 
And teach us how to live aright, 
O rescue us from sin and shame. 
Teach us to know Messiah's name. 



1899. 



S. M. 

I've wandered Lord from thee, 

I've trod the path of shame. 

Again I come, bowed down with grief, 

To call upon th}- name. 

Thou Lord art merciful, 

Thy promises I trust. 

Thou knowest Lord how weak I am 

And that I am but dust. 

"Teach me thy way O Lord," 
O stay thou by my side. 
That I may in thy precious fold 
Forevermore abide. 

"Increase my faith O Lord," 

And may my light so shine 

That others too m.ay come to thee 

And be forever thine. 1899. 



2'06 



L. M. 

'Tis night and in Gethsemane, 
The Savior writhes in agony, 
Speaks softly to his chosen three, 
"Abide ye here and watch with me." 

Weary, but finds no time for rest. 
Deep sorrow fills his sacred breast, 
Still speaks he to his chosen three." 
"Abide ye here and watch with me." 

Soon, on the ground not far away, 

The Son of God is heard to pray, 

Sorrow and anguish fills his soul, 

Down from his brow great sweat drops rolL 

List to the prayer of God's own son, 
"Father thy will not mine be done, 
All things are possible with thee, 
O let this cup depart from me." 

Still plunged in bitter agony, 

He prays again more earnestly, 

Down from the sky above so dim, 

An angel comes to strengthen him ^^99- 



L. M. 

My sins O Lord all weigh me down, 
I come to thee o'erwhelmed with grief. 
Weak and defiled by sin I come, 
"Help thou O Lord my unbelief." 

Like the poor publican I come, 
L^nworthy Lord to lift my eyes 
To heaven for continually 
My many sins before me rise. 
207 



Be merciful to me O Lord, 
Relieve me from this dire distress, 
By thy shed blood remove my sin, 
Save me from all unrioj-hteousness. 



'fc.' 



Remember not my sins O Lord 

Nor cast me from thyself away. 

Lord teach me how to trust in thee, 

Lord teach thy servant how to pray. 1899. 



H. M. 

"My praise shall be to thee," 

Jesus my Lord and King, 

Thou who didst die for me, 

Thy goodness I will sing ; 

With heart and voice I'll praise thy name 

And thy great love abroad proclaim. 

Thanks be to thee O Lord 

For thou hast set me free, 

I will proclaim thy word 

To nations o'er the sea ; 

To the benighted tribes I'll preach. 

Salvation and redemption teach. 

Thou didst deliver me 

From sin and death and hell. 

Didst bring me liberty, 

Thou doest all things well ; 

My songs of praise to thee I bring. 

My Jesus, blessed Lord and King. 1899. 



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6s&4s. 

I hear thee Jesus, say, 

"Come unto me ;" 
Lead thou me all the way 

To Calvary ; 
Beneath a load of sin, 
Vile and impure within, 

T come to thee. 

I hear thee Jesus, say, 

"Lovest thou me?" 
Thou knowest truly Lord 

That I love thee; 
Once Lord I went astray, 
Now from my heart I say, 

Lord I love thee. 

I hear thee Jesus, say, 

'Tollow thou me;" 
Teach me O Lord thy way 

Give life to me ; 
Lord may the world not spurn 
Thy promises but turn 

And follow thee. 1899. 



8s, 7s & 4. 

When the Son of man in glory. 
To the earth shall come again 
With the angel hosts of heaven. 
King of glory, Judge of men. 

In great glory, 
Shall the Son of man appear. 
209 



Then upon his throne, in glory, 
Shall he sit and judge all men, 
Ev'ry tribe and ev'ry nation 
Shall appear before him then, 

All shall see him, 
"King of kings and Lord of lords." 

*'Come ye blessed of my Father," 
Ye the faithful, pure and true. 
Come, the kingdom now inherit 
Which hath been prepared for you. 

Thus shall Jesus, 
Speak to those on his right hand. 1899. 



S. M. 

Blessed are they who die 
In Jesus Christ their Head, 
Who gained the victory and rose 
In triumph from the dead. 

They shall behold his face 
And worship him on hig^h 
In that bright, new Jerusalem 
Beyond the earth and sky. 

There, clothed in robes of white, 
They shall be free from care 
And live forevermore, for death 
Can never enter there. 

In glory they shall meet 
The saints who went before, 
Together they shall praise the Lamb 
And his blest name adore. 
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Enable us O Lord, 

In faith to follow them, 

That we may meet with them again 

In new Jerusalem, 1899. 



P. M. 

In the Dark Continent, 

Groping in blindness, 
Thousands of heathen are living today ; 

Groping in ignorance, 

Worshipping idols, 
Neither the Church nor the Gospel have they. 
(Chorus.) 

Send them the joyful news, 

Teach them salvation, 

Tell them the power of Jesus to save. 

Victims are sacrificed, 

Often by thousands, 
To the false gods whom the heathen adore ; 

Over the graves of chiefs. 

Thousands are slaughtered, 
Until the ground is dyed red witli their gore. 

(Chorus.*) 

Ye vdio profess to love 
Jesus, how can you 
Stand all day idle and view the sad sight? 
Ye who abundantly, 
Reap this world's riches, 
Send now, O send to the heathen the Light. 

(Chorus.) 

1899. 
311 



C M. 

How sweet it is to be alone 
With Jesus my true friend, 
How blessed are the moments which 
In private prayer I spend. 

How sweet it is to go to Him 
Alone in secret prayer, 
Although I cannot see Him, yet 
I know He's with me there. 

Alone with Him I can confess 
The sins which burden me, 
And feel His sweet redeeming grace 
Whereby He sets me free. 

Alone with Him I fear no foe, 

There safely I abide, 

The powers of hell cannot remove 

Me from my Savior's side. 1899. 



MY HEAVENLY HOME. 

(Tune, "Old Kentucky Home.") 

Beyond the dark stream of death there is a home, 
'Tis heaven, God's children are there ; 
No tears are shed and no trials ever come, 
There the saints are happy, free from care ; 
There the Lamb of God is worshipped night and day, 
Who rescues poor sinners from hell, 
I am going; home, from earthly cares away, 
Tlien my dear, beloved friends, farewell ! 
212 



(Chorus.) 

Going home to heaven, to live forevermore ; 

my friends prepare to meet me when you die, 
On that rich celestial, bright golden shore. 

My work is done, soon no more my face you'll see, 
'Tis finished, my journey is o'er, 

1 go from earth to that home so pure and free, 
Where I'll dwell in bliss forevermore; 

My Lord and Savior in glory I shall see. 
There happy, with Jesus, I shall dwell. 
Free fromi earthly pain and sorrow I shall be, 
Then my dear, beloved friends, farewell ! 

(Chorus.) 

The Golden City, the New Jerusalem, 

That City, whose streets are all gold, 

The jasper walls and the Royal Diadem, 

Through eternity I shall behold ; 

In that bright home where night is turned to day, 

From sorrow, set free, I shall dwell, 

From his saints' eyes, God shall wipe all tears away. 

Then my dear, beloved friends, farewell ! 

(Chorus.) 

1899. 



C. M. 

When life's waves around me roll, 
I know thou Lord art near 
To still the storms which vex my soul, 
To banish every fear. 

Thougli storms of sorrow oft may come 
Upon me while I tread 
The path which leads me to my home. 
To Christ my living Head. 
213 



Thong-h all on earth should me forsake, 
And I should die alone, 
I shall of thy rich grace partake 
With angels round thy throne. 

Then Lord deliver me from sin, 

Ne'er let me go astray 

From thy bright fold, guide thou me in 

The straight and narrow way. 1899. 



7s&6s 

Upon the cross my Savior, 

Now hangs in agony, 

He, the great King of glory, 

Suffers on Calvary, 

Though crucified by sinners, 

He lifts to heaven his voice 

And prays for those who mock him. 

Pater Aphes Autois. 

For us poor sinful creatures. 

He hung upon the tree, 

To save us from perdition. 

He died on Calvary ; 

O, praise him all ye nations, 

Praise him with heart and voice! 

For he still prays for sinners. 

Pater Aphes Autois. 1899. 



S. M. 

To this blest feast we come, 
The sacred bread to break. 
Around the table of the Lord, 
We gather and partake. 
214 



To this blest feast v/e come, 
With Chirst our Lord to dine, 
Trusting in him we here receive 
The sacred bread and wine. 

To this blest feast we come. 
Rich blessings to receive, 
Blessings which Christ bestows on all 
Who on his nam.e believe. 

To this blest feast we come 

And to our Lord draw near, 

Trusting In him we are assured 

That he Is with us here. 1899. 



C. M. 

Lord, I've wandered far from thee! 
M}^ heart is sore distressed. 
Alone I wander here below. 
For me there is no rest. 

But I return to thee dear Lord, 
Be thou my strength and shield. 
Grant that I go no more astray 
Nor to temptation 3-ield. 

Lead thou me in the narrow path 

Of trudi and righteousness, 

Then to thy throne my voice I'll raise 

And my Redeemer bless. iSgg. 



Jesus is waiting with arms open wide, 
Waiting for thee, waiting for thee ; 
Flee to him sinner and with him abide, 
Jesus is waiting for thee. 



215 



(Chorus.) 

Waiting for thee, waiting for thee; 

Jesus is waiting, is patiently waiting for thee. 

See him stand knocking without at thy heart 
Waiting for thee, v/aiting for thee ; 
Will you admit him or bid him depart, 
Jesus is waiting for thee? (Chorus.) 

At the right hand of his Father on high, 

Waiting for thee, waiting for thee ; 

In the rich mansions beyond the blue sky, 

Jesus is waiting for thee. (Chorus.) 1899. 



C. M. 

*'Thou art the Christ," the solid Rock, 
In faith we build on thee ; 
Thou art the Shepherd of this flock. 
The Lamb of Calvary. 

With songs of praises Lord we lay 
This sacred corner-stone ; 
May our firm faith repose each day 
In thee our God alone. 

To day, O Lord, with us be thou, 
Draw nigh and each soul bless ; 
Help each to keep his sacred vow, 
Fill us with righteousness. 

May we, O Lord, with joy accept 
Thy grace so richly given, 
And throughout life from sin be kept 
And land at last in heaven. 1899 

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7s 



In the straight and narrow way, 
Lead me Savfor day by day, 
Ever guide my feet aright 
Through the darkness into Ught; 
Purge me thoroughly within, 
Cleanse my heart from ev'ry sin ; 
From temptation set me free, 
Draw me closer Lord to thee. 

Keep me faithful Lord alway ; 
When I wake at break of day, 
When I close my eyes at night, 
Lord direct my thoughts aright; 
In the work thou givest me. 
Grant that I may faithful be, 
May my talents Lord increase, 
Guide me in the paths of peace. 

And when thou shalt come again 

To the earth to judge all men, 

I in joy and bliss shall stand 

With the just at thy right hand ; 

There dear Lord forever thine. 

With the righteous I shall shine 

Forth in glory as the sun. 

Hear thy blessed words, "Well done !" 1899. 



I love to tell of my Savior's love 
For suffering man below, 
How he left his heavenly home above 
To rescue from sin and woe. 

217 



(Chorus.) 

love (O love) wonderful love (blest love), 

1 joy thy blessings to share, 

No sin (harmeth me) for all is love (is love), 
And Christ dwelleth with me there. 

I love to read how he journeyed o'er 

His beautiful Galilee, 

How he taught the multitudes on shore, 

Which assembled beside the sea. (Chorus.) 

I love to tell how he bled and died 

On the cruel cross for me, 

How he rose again from the dead and brought 

Rich salvation pure and free. (Chorus.) 

I love to think of the mansions bright, 

Which he has gone to prepare, 

And that I in joy and bliss shall dwell 

With Jesus forever there. (Chorus.) 1899. 



8s, 7s & 4s. 



When the Lord shall come in glory, 
All the dead in sea and land, 
Shall arise and come to judgment 
And before their Lord shall stand ; 

Ev'ry nation 
Sliall appear before him then. 

First there shall come forth the righteous 
Who shall meet him in the air. 
They shall fly to heavenly mansions 
And shall dwell forever there ; 

There to praise him 
Throughout all eternity. 
218 



Then shall come forth the unrighteous, 
They who walked in Satan's way, 
They shall stand in fear and trembling 
While the Judge to them shall say. 

Thou art cursed 
Into everlasting fire. 

Help us then dear Lord and Master, 
Evermore to watch and pray. 
That when we come forth to judgment. 
To us we may hear thee say, 

Come ye blessed. 
Come and be forever blest. 1899. 



L. M. 

Come thou O Lord with us abide 
From morning until eventide, 
Guard us throughout the silent night, 
Until the dawn of morning- light. 

At morning, noon, and close of day. 
Take all our evil thoughts av/a}% 
May all our thoughts be good and pure, 
Help us temptations to endure. 

We can on earth do all things well, 
If thou with us wilt ever dwell. 
No harm can come to us nor fear, 
While thou our faithful Lord art near. 

Dwell thou with us v/hile life shall last. 
And when our days on earth are past, 
Take us dear Lord to thee above. 
Where we shall share thy boundless love. 
219 



A SOLDIERS HYMN. 

7s. 

Lord I put my trust in thee, 
Save me from my enemy, 
In the battle stand thou by, 
Help me to on thee rely ; 
As to Israel by the sea, 
Be thou now dear Lord to me. 
Fire by night and cloud by day, 
Lead me safely all the way. 

When I stand on guard at night, 
When the gloom has veiled the light 

Of the sun, when stars appear, 

I shall have no dread nor fear, 
For I know thou Lord art nigh 

And that thy blest watchful eye 

Is upon me night and day 

While I never cease to pray. 

Bless my comrades Lord also, 

As we into battle go, 

In the midst of battle's din. 

Keep them Lord all free from sin, 

Help us Lord to ever fight 

Wickedness and stand for right 

And may we triumphant be, 

Grant us Lord rich victory. 1899. 



C. M. 

"Have mercy upon me O Lord," 
Though I unworthy be. 
Create in me, O God, a heart 
Free from iniquity. 
220 



Against thee, Father, have I sinned, 
I bow my head in shame, 
I feel that I unworthy am 
To call upon thy name. 

But there is mercy Lord with thee, 
I know that thou wilt hear 
An humble sinner's mournful cry 
When he in grief draws near. 

Lord, with a broken, contrite heart, 

Before thy throne I bow, 

O save me Lord from sin and death, 

O save me, save me now. 1899. 



C M. 

Poor wretched sinner that I am. 
Who shall deliver me 
From sin and guilt and deep distress 
And set my conscience free? 

My guilty conscience troubles me, 
My soul is sore distressed, 
Who shall my load of guilt remove 
And to my soul bring rest? 

I thank my God that I can go 

To him when in distress, 

A_nd there be cleansed by Jesus' blood 

From all unrighteousness. 1899. 



221 



L. M. 

Lord the reiriCiiibrance of my sin 
Now fills my wretched soul within 
With sorrow, misery and shame, 
But still I call upon thy name. 

I'm deeply plunged in grief and woe, 

To whom but thee s'hall I now g-o? 

Nought but the blood wiiich flowed from tliee, 

Can make me clean and set me free. 

Cleanse thou my heart, O make it pure, 

All my diseases thou canst cure, 

May I of thy rich grace partake 

I ask it for thy great name's sake. 1899. 



C. M. 

O Lord, my God, turn not away 
From a poor sinful child 
Whom Satan oft has led astray 
And by his craft beguiled. 

Against thee Lord alone have I 
Committed sins this day, 
With contrite heart to thee I cry, 
"Wash all my sins away." 

O Lord hide not from me thy face, 
But hide it from my sin, 
O save me by thy pard'ning grace 
And make me pure within. 
222 



Renew a spirit Lord within 
My fainting, trembling heart, 
A spirit that will shun all sin 
And ne'er from grace depart. 

Then with a joyful heart I'll raise 
My voice to thee on high. 
In songs of love thy name I'll praise 
Now and eternally. iSoo. 



78. 

Christ, my Lord, enthroned on high, 
Hear a sinner's mournful cry, 
Rescue me from sin and hell. 
In thy mansions let me dwell ; 
Savior, Lord, thy will is mine, 
Take me, I'm forever thine. 

Christ, thy precious name I'll praise. 

Heart and voice to thee I'll raise, 

Unto thee my songs I'll sing. 

Rich incense of love I'll bring ; 

Come dear Lord, abide with me, 

Heal my heart and set it free. 1899. 



C M. 

Lord at thy feet I humbly bow, 
Have mercy Lord on me, 
I've wandered far away but now 
I come again to thee. 



O Lamb of God, turn not away! 
Come thou and dwell with me, 
Within my heart forever stay. 
Bring me sweet liberty. 

Then with a heart from sin set free, 

Glad songs of praise I'll sing, 

With heart and voice I'll worship thee 

And glad thanksgiving bring. 1899. 



C. M. 

I saw upon the throne of God, 
A lamb which had been slain, 
For sinful men that they thereby 
Eternal life might gain. 

Before that precious Lamb of God 
The living creatures bow. 
They sing to him a glad new song, 
"Worthy, O Lamb, art thou." 

For thou wast slain and with thy blood 

Didst purchase unto God 

Of ev'ry tribe and nation, men 

Who in thy paths have trod. 

Dear Lamb of God, we praise thy name, 

Thy precious name we love. 

With joy we'll hail the day when we 

Shall dwell with thee above. 1899. 



224 



8s & ys. 

To that Rock that Rock of ages, 
Israel's wandering children came, 
Freely drank of its pure waters, 
Calling on Jehovah's name. 

From that Rock that stream of water 
Pure and good is flowing still, 
There the Savior says to sinners. 
Come and drink all ye who will. 

Ye who thirst for living water, 
Burdened with a load of sin. 
Come and drink from that pure fountain, 
It will make you pure within. 

Come and drink the living water 
Which is flowing still for you, 
Kai to Pneuma Kai he Nyniphe 
Legoiisin Uniin Erchou. 



L. M. 

Father, I journey here below. 
In this vast wilderness of woe. 
Weary and sad alone I roam, 
I long to be with thee at home. 

Weary I roam, by sin distressed. 
In this dark vale I find no rest; 
Temptations everywhere I see, 
I long to be at rest with thee. 
225 



Where'er thy precious seed is sown 
Satan's alluring baits are thrown, 
Thy precious lambs he seeks to claim 
And brine- dishonor to thv name. 



'fc. 



My path, O Lord, is dark and drear, 
But still with me there is no fear. 
For Satan's host can ne'er harm me 
If I through life but cling to thee. 

Then keep me faithful, keep me pure, 

Help me temiptations to endure. 

And after death. Lord let me stand 

With thy redeemed at thy right hand. 1899. 



S. M. 

Out of the depths of sin. 

To thee my God I cry, 

I'm filled with shame, I dare not lift 

My eyes to thee on high. 

My sins, O Lord, lead me 
Into captivity, 

Like the poor publican I cry 
^'Be merciful to mie." 

Before thy mercy seat. 
Dear Lord, I humbly kneel, 
Thou Lord alone canst comfort me 
And all my sorrows heal. 

Open, O Lord, my eyes 
That I may clearly see 
The path of life, the narrow way 
That leads to heaven and thee. 1899. 

226 



L. M. 

O'erwhelmed v/ith grief I come to thee, 
My Lord and King, O pity me ; 
I am a slave to sin O Lord, 
O s.ive me Jesus by thy Word. 

Give me the power Lord to beat 
Vile Satan down beneath my feet. 
And may I conquer him through thee 

And o'er his hosts victorious be. 

'Tis my desire thy ways to seek, 
Thou knovv'est Lord that T am weak, 
But I can do all things through thee 
If thou O Lord wilt strengthen me. 

O may my prayers O Lord ne'er cease, 
And may my faith each day increase, 
And may I daily strengthened be, 
O draw me closer Lord to thee. 

Then with thy dear redeemed Fll raise 

My voice to thee in songs of praise, 

ril praise thee with my latest breath 

Ere earthly eyes shall close in death. 1899. 



6s & 4s. 

Praise ye t^ie Lord most high, 
Praise ye the Lord ; 

Praise Him 3^e sons of men, 
With sweet accord ; 

Praise Him who died for thee 

On the accursed tree, 
Praise ye the Lord ! 
227 



Praise Him for He is good 

Praise ye the Lord ; 
Praise Him who formed the earth, 

E'en by His word ; 
Let men and angels sing, 
Praise ye our Lord and King, 

Praise ye the Lord! 1899. 



C P. M. 

No longer crowned with thorns but now 
Bright glory crowns the Savior's brow. 

He sits exalted high 
Upon the throne at God's right hand, 
Around which living creatures stand 

And with loud voices cry, 

''Worthy the Lamb that hath been slain," 
"Worthy the Lamb," the sweet refrain, 

None with it can compare ; 
Before the Lamb the elders fall, 
The Lamb exalted above all 

The living creatures there. 

Lord Jesus from thy throne above 
Send down upon us thy blest love. 

And when we die miay we 
Join in the angels sweet refrain, 
Worthy the Lamb that hath been slain, 

The Lamb of Calvary. 1899. 



228 



L. M. 

In deep despair I come to thee 
O Lamb of God my refuge be ; 
Abide thou with me ev'ry hour, 
And rescue me from Satan's power. 

While in the flesh I journey here 
Day after day, year after year, 
O let me ne'er depart from thee. 
Be thou through life a guide to me. 

When storms of sin around me rise, 
Help me to lift to heaven my eyes, 
That I may see thee on thy throne 
And know that I am not alone. 

And when my eyes in death shall close. 

May it be but a sweet repose 

From which I shall in glory rise 

To meet my Savior in the skies. 1899, 



L. M. 

Help me O Lord from day to day 

To tread the straight and narrow way. 

Help me to close my heart to sin. 

That nought but good may dwell therein. 

Help me O Lord from day to day 
To shun the broad and sinful way, 
Fill thou my heart with truth and love, 
All evil thoughts from it remove. 
229 



Help me O Lord from day to day 

To love t'hy name, to watch and pray, 

And when I bid this world farewell, 

Lord take me home with thee to dwell. 1899 



S. M. 

Awake, thou sleeping one. 

And from the dead arise, 

And Christ the bler;sed Light shall shine 

Upon thee from the skies. 

Awake, thou sleeping one, 
'Tis Christ who speaks to you, 
The harvest now is over ripe, 
There's work for each to do. 

Awake, thou sleeping one. 
And hear the heathens' cry, 
Carry to them the bread of life. 
And leave them not to die. 

Awake, thou sleeping one. 

Ere Christ our Lord again, 

Shall in great glory vvith his hosts, 

Come forth to judge all men. i89(). 



C. M. 

There is a happy home above, 
Where saints are free from care, 
Where nought prevails but peace and love. 
No strife can enter there. 
230 



To that bright home Jesus our Lord, 
Has gone forth to prepare, 
For those who love his precious name, 
Rich mansions brig-ht and fair. 



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In that brig'ht home, with angel hosts, 
The saints of God now stand 
And praise their dear Redeemer's name. 
In joy at his right hand. 

Soon we shall take our homeward flight 
And join the ransomed throng, 
And throughout all eternity 
Join in the gladsome song. 



C. M. 

O blessed Jesus, Holy Light, 
Thou source of truth divine, 
Come and with us thy saints abide 
And in our hearts now shine. 

O precious fountain, from which flowed 
Thy blood on Calvary, 
Thy blood which thou didst freely shed 
Upon the accursed tree. 

O sacred Rock, on which is built 
Thy church which cannot fail, 
Nor shall the gates of hades e'er 
Against that church prevail. 

O worthy Lamb, who once was slain. 
But now exalted high 
At God's right hand, upon thy throne, 
O hear our mournful cry. 
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We have transgressed thy holy will, 

Have mercy Lord, we pray ; 

Sprinkle our hearts with thy shed blood 

And wash our sins away. 1899. 



7s. 



Jesus, Savior, loving friend, 

Of thy love there is no end, 

Thou didst come to sin cursed earth, 

Thou didst have an humble birth. 

In a manger thou wast born 
On that glorius Christmas morn. 
Shepherds heard the angels cry, 
"Glory be to God most high." 

From all sin and misery. 
Thou didst come to set us free. 
Thou didst by thy humble birth 
Bring great joy to all the earth. 



Thou art now enthroned on high. 

Still thy saints repeat the cry, 

"Peace on earth good will to men,'' 

Christ our Lord will come again. 1899. 



7s. 

Jesus guide me by thy hand 
Safely through this desert land, 
Through all trials guide thou me, 
Teach me Lord to cling to thee. 
232 



(Chorus.) 

Guide me, guide me, Jesus guide me day by day, 
Through Hfe's journey guide thou me 
In the straig'ht and narrow way. 

From thy path I've gone astray, 

I have wandered far away 

From thy sacred fold and thee, 

Savior come and rescue me. (Qiorus.) 

I am weary Lord of sin, 

Purify me Lord within. 

Come Lord Jesus, set me free 

From the sin which burdens me. (Chorus.) 

Then with my whole heart Til sing 
Praises to my Lord and King, 
Thy blest name dear Lord I'll praise 
Throughout my remaining days. (Chorus.) 

1900. 



C M. 

Lord, like the sheep which went astray. 
From the good shepherd's care, 
I've wandered from thy fold away, 
I'm plunged in deep despair. 

Though from thy fold I'm far away, 
I still am not undone. 
For I can hear my Savior say. 
Return thou wand'ring one. 

Now to thy cross dear Lord I flee 
And lay my burden there. 
From Satan's bonds I fly to thee 
And bow myself in prayer. 
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Lord Jesus all my sins forgive, 

Remember them no more ; 

Help me a rigfhteoiis life to live 

Henceforth, forevermore. 1900. 



C M. 

Lord the hosts of Satan seek 
To take my soul from thee, 
All the powers of darkness Lord 
Daily encompass me. 

From morn till eve, day after day. 
They meet me ev'rywhere ; 
Where'er I go, where'er I stay. 
The Devil casts a snare. 

The Devil knows full well, dear Lord, 

That I belong to thee, 

And that is \vhy he daily sets 

A snare to capture me. 

Tea-ch me. O Lord, to consecrate 
Myself wholly to thee, 
That I may conquer Satan's host 
And gain the victory. 

Lead me, dear Lord, through all rough paths 

And teach me how to pray. 

That Satan's host may come no more 

To tempt my soul away. 1900. 



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C M. 

Lord have mercy now upon 
Thine own anointed one, 

1 am a man of unclean Hps, 
O Lord I am undone. 

O Lord send forth the seraphim 
Vv'lth that bright hving coal, 
That he may touch my unclean lips 
And thereby cleanse my soul. 

Lord I know my sin is purged, 
And my iniquity 

Is blotted out and I am clean, 
Thanks be, O Lord, to thee. 

Lord, many tliousand souls unsaved, 
In this broad world I see, 

1 hear thee say, "Whom shall I send?" 

I answer, Lord send me. 1900. 



L. M. 

On Pisgah's height I take my stand 
And view the blessed promised land, 
My blessed home where all is light. 
Where never fall the shades of night. 

Where dwells my Savior, Lord and King, 
Where men and angels daily sing 
Praises to Jesus on the throne. 
Whose blood for sinners did atone. 
235 



In that bright home 1 long to be, 
From sin and sorrow to be free ; 
I long to lean on Jesus' breast 
And by him be forever blest. 

Jesus conduct me safely o'er 
Jordans dark flood to yonded shore; 
All the way lead me by thy hand 
Safely into the promised land. 

Then with the saints who've gone before, 

Thy precious name I will adore, 

And with the angels e'er proclaim 

Honor and glory to thy name. 1900. 



S. M. 

Lord I belong to thee, 

I ask for nought beside, 

Since I am thine and thou art mine, 

My soul is satisfied. 

Lord thou hast chosen me 

Out of this world of care, 

Since thou art mine thy love divine 

Is with me everywhere. 

Lord thou dost in me dwell. 
How blessed is my lot, 
To dwell in thee and thou in me, 
How sweet to me the thought ! 

How sewet in thee to live, 
How sweet in the to die, 
How sweet in thee to die, 

In thy blest home on high! 1900. 

236 



L. id. 

Would that I had i voice O God 
Like that which issued from thy throne, 
Like sound of thunder and earthquake, 
To make thy precious Gospel known. 

L'd lift my voice in gratitude 
And praise my Savior's blessed name ; 
To nations in remotest climes, 
Thy saving grace I would proclaim. 

To cold Alaska's icy shores 
In regions of the frigid north, 
To poor, benighted Indian tribes, 
I'd shout thy glorious message forth. 

Be3^ond the great Pacific's flood 
Where heathen grope on China's shore. 
Who l30w^ before their gods of stone, 
I'd shout the heavenly message o'er. 

Lord bless thy Church, the mighty voice, 
Cause it from slumber to awake 
And herald thy gjeat glory forth 
Till the whole earth shall fear and quake. 

Hasten that glorius day dear Lord 

When ev'ry eye on earth shall see 

Thee coming forth with glory crowned 

To call the nations forth to thee. 1900. 



237 



8s & 7S. 

Jesus reigTiS, he reigns in glory, 
Seated on bis throne above : 
Angel hosts surronncl nini singing 
Of his matchless, boun.dless love. 

Sairits on earth hold sweet communnon 
With the saints who've gone before, 
Who n.ow dvvcll in happy union 
On that briglit celestial shore. 

To that home we now are hast'ning, 
Soon we'll meet the ransomed band, 
And before our dear Redeemer, 
Pure and undefiled we'll stand. 

There our souls, in blood of crimson, 

Will be cleansed of ev'ry stain, 

With the saiiits we'll sing sv/eet praises 

To the Lamb for sinners slain. 1900. 



7s & 6s. 

Stand hrm for Christ your Savior, 
Defend his precious name, 
Before the world confess him, 
O put him not to shame! 
Though foes may oft revile him 
And his blest name deny, 
Stand firm, mid persecutions, 
For Christ enthroned on high. 

Stand firm for him who bought you 
With his own precious blood 
Which from the healing fountain, 
For sinners freely flowed ; 
238 



Go forth and tell the story 
Of his great love to men, 
Hov/ he now reigns in glory 
And soon will come again. 

Go tell his love to nations 

Who bow to wood and stone, 

Tell of the blood of Jesus 

Which did for sin atone ; 

Ne'er stand a moment idle, 

Preach Jesus ev'ry day 

Till all the world shall walk in 

The straight and narrow Vv^ay. 1900. 



I OS Double. 



With the fierce waves they toil upon the sea, 
The storm is fierce upon dark Galilee ; 
Comes there no help, is there no one to save, 
Must those twelve men all sink beneath the wave? 
No hope, no hope, what power can save them now? 
Fiercely the waves like mountains near them roll. 
Utter despair has seized each trembling soul 
No hope, no hope, what power can save them now ? 

Behold a form comes walking on the sea, 
Treading upon the waves of Cjalilee ; 
As they behold the form, in fear they cry. 
Hark, hear that voice, "Be not afraid, 'tis I !" 
'* 'Tis I, 'tis I, be not afraid 'tis 1 !" 
They fear not now, that loving voice suppressed 
The fear instilled in each disciple's breast, 
'' 'Tis I, 'tis I, be not afraid 'tis I !" 

239 



If it be thou, O Lord, now vSuffer me 

To step upon the waves and come to thee ? 

Thus Peter spake and Jesus answered, ''Come ;" 

He treads the waves while breezes round him hum, 

" 'Tis I, 'tis I, be not afraid 'tis I !" 

Now filled with fear he sinks beneath the wave, 

But as he sinks he cries, O Master save, 

Save Lord, save Lord, Lord Jesus save me now. 

Lord as we sail upon life's stormy sea. 

Suffer us ne'er to turn our eyes from thee ; 

When tossed about by furious waves of sin. 

May thy blest words strengthen our hearts within, 

" 'Tis I, 'tis I, be not afraid 'tis T !" 

When we begin to sink beneath the sea. 

Lord give us faith to cry aloud to thee. 

Save Lord, save Lord, Lord Jesus save me now. 1900. 



C M. 

Beneath the load of sin I fall, 
Help me O Lord to rise ; 
A broken and a contrite heart, 
Thou Lord wilt not despise. 

Truly thou knowest that my heart 
Is broken and contrite. 
My many sins, O Lord, are e'er 
Before me day and night. 

When I remember Lord how thou 
Didst shed thy blood for me, 
And how I Lord, in thought and deed. 
Have oft offended thee, 
240 



I hide my face, my soul is filled 
With anguish, grief and shame, 
I know that I unworthy am 
To call upon thy name. 

O Jesus, dear Redeemer, come 
And wash my sins away. 
Come and within my contrite heart 
Abide dear Lord alway. 

Bid Satan and his hosts of sin 
From me fore'er depart 
And let sweet peace forever reign 
Within this contrite heart. 



1900. 



C. M. 

O Lord the hosts of Satan now 
Are pressing hard on me ; 
They tempt me daily while they seek 
To take my soul from thee. 

If I but for a moment turn 
My thoughts awa}- from thee, 
A thousand demons, sent from hell, 
Surround and torment me. 

Oft have these demons cast me down. 
My soul they have distressed. 
My soul is weary, worn and sad, 
I long for rest, sweet rest. 

O come thou Jesus and cast out 
These demons from my heart, 
And may thy spirit Lord henceforth 
Ne'er from my soul depart. 
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1900. 



7s & 6s. 

Let nations sing forever 
Of Jesus' dying- love, 
Sing of the intercession 
He daily makes above 
For us poor sinful creatures 
W'ho grovel here Ix'low, 
Who by his grace are rescued 
From misery and woe. 

Let nations sing forever 
Of Jesus' tender care, 
Sing of the many m.ansions 
In heaven bnglit and fair ; 
For he has gone to lieaven, 
There to prepare a place 
For all manldnd who love him, 
Who share his pard'ning grace. 

Let nations sing forever 

Of Jesus' majesty, 

Of Jesus, King of glory, 

Who reigns eternally. 

With whom we'll reign forever 

And share his blessed love 

In that bright golden city 

With all his saints above. 1900. 



C M. 

Jesus my Refuge and my Rock, 
In deep distress I flee 
For shelter to thy peaceful fold, 
Hide not thy face from me. 
242 



My load of sin is heavy, Lord, 

It's weig'ht I cannot bear ; 

Nought but distress now fills my soul, 

I sink in deep despair. 

A sinful creature. Lord, Lve been, 
Poor, wretched, foul and mean ; 
But by thy precious blood thou canst 
Make my impure heart clean. 

Lord give me faith to ever cast 

My burdens all on thee ; 

Then onl}- vvill my soul find rest 

And from all care be free. 1900. 



C. M. 

I've wandered far away i3ut now 
Dear Lord to thee I come ; 
I'm weary of my load of sin., 
Lord Jesus take me home. 

O'er moun. tains high, o'er valleys deep, 
I've wandered day by da}- ; 
From my kind Savior's blissful fold 
I've v/andered far away. 

Against thee only have I sinned 
And oft have caused thee grief ; 
But novv with, brolccn heart I pray, 
Help thou my unbelief. 

Lord let thy precious crimson blood 
Be sprinkled upon me, 
Then shall this heart be cleansed and I 
Shall be forever free. 1900. 

343 



8s & 7s. 

Jesus died to save poor sinners, 
Died upon the accursed tree ; 
Freely shed his blood most precious 
That the sinner might go free. 

Like a lam'b led to the slaughter, 
He was led to Calvary ; 
Forth he went and never murmured 
And there freely died for me. 

Wondrous was His love for sinners. 
Greater love no man can have ; 
Let us never cease to thank Him 
That He died our souls to save. 

Let us ever sound His praises 

In remotest lands abroad, 

Tell the poor benighted nations. 

He's their Savior and their God. 1900, 



L. M. 

From Calv'ry's mount their flowed one day 
A crimvSon flood which washed away 
The stains of sin from those who came 
Forth and believed on Jesus' name. 

Today from Calv'ry's sacred hill, 
That crimson flood is flowing still. 
And to it sinners freely may 
Come forth and wash their sins away. 
244 



Hasten poor sinner to that flood 

And wash in its pure cleansing blood, 

'Twill cleanse thy impure heart from sin 

And make thee pure and clean within. 1900. 



C. M. 

Arise my soul, be strong and fight, 
Each battle for the Lord ; 
Upon the flesh never rely, 
Trust only in God's word. 

The spirit may be wilHng but 
The Human flesh is weak, 
From its allurements turn away. 
The Lord of life go seek. 

The soul which wins the victory, 
Must trust in Christ alone, 
Whose blood can conquer ev'ry foe 
And for all sin atone. 

If thou my soul wouldst conquer then, 

And ne'er be led astray, 

Heed daily the divine command, 

Arise and watch and pray. 1900. 



C. M. 

O Lord my God most merciful. 
Have mercy upon me. 
My soul with dire distress is filled 
And vexed most grievously. 
245 



Jesus, Savior, hear my cry, 
Unworthy though I be ; 

Cast out the demon from my heart 
And bring me hberty. 

Lord, the remembrance of my sins 
Fills me with grief and shame ; 
Before thee Lord I humbly bow 
And call upon thy name. 

1 know that thou abundantly 
Wilt all my sins forgive ; 
For thou dost freely invite all 

To come to thee and live. 1900. 



6s & 4s. 



Day after day my song 

Shall be of thee 
My Savior who did'st shed 

Thy blood for me ; 
Thou who my soul did'st save 
And to all nations gave, 
O'er sin and death and grave, 

Sweet victory. 

Savior thy precious name, 

I will adore 
Until my days on earth 

Shall be no more ; 
When death shall close my eyes 
And I redeemed shall rise, 
I'll praise thee in the skies 

Forevermore. 1900. 

2^6 



9c & 8s. 

Like a sheep froin the fold which had wanacred 

Far into the mountains so wild, 

I wandered away from my Savior, 

A poor, disobedient child ; 

But Jesus, the tender, good Shepherd, 

Out in the wild desert sought me, 

I heard him most tenderly saying, 

"My grace is sufficient for thee." 

Then humbled I fell down before Him, 

Alone in the dark wilderness, 

And cried dear Lord Jesus forgive me, 

My sins I now freely confess ; 

Forgive my shortcomings dear Savior, 

From sin and distress rescue me, 

I heard His kind voice gently saying, 

"My grace is sufficient for thee." 

Safely in His fold I am sheltered, 

And now His dear name I adore, 

And from my kind, tender, good Shepherd, 

My Savior, I'll wander no more ; 

O sinners now hasten to Jesus 

And from Satan's power be free, 

O hear Jesus tenderly saying, 

"My grace is sufficient for thee." 1900. 



L. M. 

When plunged in misery and woe, 
When sorely tempted here below, 
There is a place where I can flee 
And from temptations be set free. 
247 



That place is at my Savior's feet, 
It is a safe and sure retreat ; 
No foe can ever harm me there, 
While under His protecting care. 

There I can hear my Savior say, 
Thy many sins are washed away ; 
There I can lean on Jesus' breast. 
There my poor weary soul finds rest. 

O let me ever keep my seat 

At my kind Savior's precious feet. 

Guard me Lord Jesus there alway, 

Ne'er let me from thee go astray. 1900. 



7s. 



Far away from home am I, 
Lost upon a mountain high, 
Chasms near me wide and deep, 
Ev'ry pathway rough and steep ; 
Hark ! fierce wolves are prowling near 
And my heart now faints with fear ; 
Weak and helpless now I lie 
On the rugged mountain high. 

Hark ! what voice is that I hear 
And the sound of f ootseps near ? 
Who comes forth, O can it be 
Some kind friend to rescue me? 
Hark ! 'tis Jesus' voice I hear, 
I am safe for He is near, 
Now I lift my voice and cry. 
Save me Jesus or I die. 
148 



To my rescue Jesus came, 

I was weary, worn and lame^ 

Helpless on the ground I lay 

When my Savior came that way ; 

In His arms most tenderly. 

All the way He carried me 

From the mountains high and cold 

Back again into His fold. 1900. 



S. M. 

Lord at thy feet I fall, 

There let me ever stay ; 

Sprinkle me with thy precious blood 

And wash my sins away. 

There, Lord, I know I'm safe 
And free from ev'ry care 
There thou wilt shield me from all sin. 
No foe can harm me there. 

There I can hear thy voice, 
Saying most tenderly. 
Ye who are weary, worn and sad. 
Come quickly unto me. 

Lord at thy feet I bow, 

There keep me day by da\- ; 

Teach me, thy servant, how to live, 

And teach me how to pray. 190a 



249 



ys & 6s. 

The precious blood of Jesus 
Was s'hed on Calvary 
For poor and wretched sinners 
Who groaned in misery ; 
The Savior paid the ransom 
Upon the accursed tree, 
And shed His blood most freely 
To set the sinner free. 

For six long, painful hours, 

In dreadful agony, 

Mid scordiing heat He suffered 

To set all mankind free ; 

Then let us daily serve Him 

For His most v/ondrous love 

Praise Him who sits exalted 

At God's right hand above. 1900. 



8s & 7s. 

From the blessed Rock of ages, 
Jesus, who was slain for me, 
A pure, rich and living fountain, 
Now is flowing full and free. 

To that fountain I am coming. 

Its rich blessings to receive. 

Which my Lord and King has promised 

To all who in Him believe. 

There will I hold sweet communion 
With the saints who've gone before. 
There, of that pure living water, 
I will drink and thirst no more. 
250 



There my soul ne'er will grow weary, 

There temptations come no more, 

There with angels I'll sing praises 

To my Savior evermore. 1900. 



C. M. 

Beyond dark Jordan's flood there lies 
The blessed promised land, 
Where round the throne of Jesus Christ, 
The living creatures stand. 

Before that 'throne both day and night, 
Each living creature sings, 
"Worthy the Lamb whicli hath been slain," 
And crown Him King of kings. 

On Pisgah's height by faith i see 
The royal diadem. 

And all God's saints dwelling in peace., 
I long to be with them. 

Lord my God enable me 
To patiently await 

The time when thou shalt call me forth 
To pass through heaven's gate. 

Then with the saints arrayed in white, 

1 will forever sing 

"The song of Moses and the Lamb" 
And praise my Lord and King. 



251 



L. M. 

Jesus, exalted high above, 
Who art the Savior of mankind, 
Teach me thy blessed name to love 
With all my heart and all my mind. 

Hasten, dear Lord, that happy day 
Wlien Satan's power shall decline. 
When from my heart I too can say, 
My heart, my soul are wholly thine. 

And when to earth thou shalt descend, 
When all shall hear the trumpet sound, 
When death and grave shall have an end 
And dead shall rise from sea and ground. 

May I be worthy then to stand 

Arrayed in white among the blest, 

Happy and free at thy right hand, 

There to enjoy eternal rest. 1900. 



L. M. 

Jesus, the Prince of peace was born 
Upon that holy Qiristmas morn, 
Angels announced His sacred birth. 
Which spread glad joy o'er all the earth. 

The angels of the Lord appeared 
To shepherds who trembled and feared. 
Amazed and sore afraid were they, 
Until they heard the angel say. 
tB2 



Fear not, for unto you this morn, 
A Savior, Christ the Lord, is born. 
In Bethlehem's manger you shall find 
The babe, the Savior of mankind. 

Then with the angel suddenly, 

An angel host sang rev'rently, 

"Glory to God on high," and then, 

"Good will on earth and peace to men." 1900. 



L. M. 

O blest Messiah, heavenly King, 
To thee I will forever cling, 
For when I lay fast hold on thee, 
The hosts of hell can ne'er harm me. 

O blest Messiah, heavenly King, 
Who didst to us salvation bring, 
Whose precious blood for us was spilled. 
Whereby our hearts with hope were filled. 

O blest Messiah, heavenly King, 
Whose praises holy angels sing, 
Thou didst the power of sin destroy 
And fill our hearts with perfect joy. 

O blest Messiah, heavenly King, 

We to thee rich thanksgiving bring. 

For thy blest love for man below, 

For saving him from sin and woe. 1900. 



253 



L. M. D. 

liovv precious in the sight of God 
i\re true believers when they die, 
Their souis shall d¥/ell in Paradise, 
Their mortal dust in tombs shall lie 
Until tlie Resurrection morn, 
When Jesus to the earth will come, 
Then they will rise to meet their Lord, 
And He'll conduct them safels^ home. 

Then with Him they'll forever dwell 
In heavenly mansions pure raid bright 
Where there are neither stars nor sun, 
But J esus is the only light ; 
There sorrow nevermore can come. 
For in that home tliey never die, 
They nought but joy shall know^ for God 
vShali wipe the tears from evVy eye. 

To that bright home we long to go 

And meet our loved ones gone before, 

And dwell in that bright promised land 

On Canaan's bright celestial shore ; 

O Jesus, Lord, increase our faith, 

That w^e may ever trust in thee, 

A.nd w^hen we die conduct us home 

To heaven above thy face to see. 1900. 



L. M. 



How swTet the song the angels sang 
Upon that joyful Christmas morn. 
When to the shepherds they announced 
That Christ the prince of peace was born, 



The glory of the Lord shone round 
About the shepherds, pure and bright, 
When the glad tidings of great joy 
Was brought to them upon that night. 

A mighty angel host of God, 
Descended from the balmy sky 
And joyfully all sweetly sang, 
"Glory be to our God most high." 

The glory of the Lord still shines 

Upon the hearts of all who love 

That Savior who that night was born, 

Who now exalted reigns above. 1900. 



C. M. 

Awake, arise and watch and pray, 
The day is drawing near, 
That great and awful Judgment Day, 
When Jesus shall appear. 

Awake, arise, that dreadful hour, 
No man can comprehend. 
When Jesus, with all might and power, 
Shall to the earth descend. 

Awake, arise, be ready when 
The Judge of earth shall come 
In glory to the earth again. 
To take his loved ones home. 

Awake, arise, and watch and pray. 
To God through life be true, 
That His great final Judgment Day 
May not be dread to you. 1900. 

215 



L. M. 

Jesus, Savior, can it be 
That I have oft offended thee, 

Have I by thought and deed and word, 
So oft offended my dear Lord ? 

To Him who saved my soul from sin, 
Have I then so ungra.teful been, 
That after all the pain He bore, 

1 caused Him still to suffer more? , 

Alas ! how foolish I have been 

To wander in the paths of sin ; 

O'er whelmed with grief I humbly pray. 

Lord Jesus wash my sins away. 1900. 



L. M. 

Jesus, thy mercy hath no bound, 
Poor man can never sink so low 
Into the pit but that the sound 
Of thy rich saving grace can go. 

Many have wandered far away 
Into deep woe and misery, 
Thy mercy followed all the way 
And brought them back again to thee. 

When on the cross on Calv'ry's brow. 
Thou heardest the thief's sad mournful cries, 
Thy mercy answered, "To day thou 
Shalt be with me in Paradise." 

All through life's journey here below, 
At home, abroad, where'er I be, 
Where'er in this wide world I go, 
Thy tender mercy follows me. 1900. 

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L. M. 

Thou Lord art good and well I know 
When thou didst journey here below, 
No sinner didst thou e'er pass by, 
Nor fail to heed his mournful cry. 

Thy love to day is flowing free 
For all who place their trust in thee. 
And thy great might can ev'ry hour 
Dispel their fear of Satan's power. 

O Lord have mercy upon me, 
My soul is vexed most grievously, 
Satan's vile host oft me surround 
And hurl me helpless to the ground. 

Let them against me not prevail, 
Hear thou a sinner's mournful wail. 
Deliver me froin sore distress 
And make my soul all righteousness. 

Lord Jesus let thy tender care 

And love go with me everywhere, 

Until on joyful wings I rise 

And take my flight to Paradise. 19CX). 



I2S & 8s. 



There's a beautiful land where my Savior now dwells, 
Where tear drops and pain are not known ; 
There in garments of white dwell the saints of the Lord, 
For whose sins Jesus' blood did atone. 

There forever they dwell all so happy and free 
On Canaan's bright, beautiful shore ; 
And no sorrow nor crying is ever heard there. 
Their sorrows and trials are o'er. 

267 



Lord I long to be with thy blest saints over there 
And clothed in pure garments of white. 
Where temptations C2.n never torment me again, 
Where never comes darkness or night. 

Jesus help me while journeying here upon earth 

To fix my eyes daily on thee, 

Till at last I ascend to my heavenly home 

From sin evermore to be free. 1900. 



7s & 6s. 

Father in heaven hear us 
Poor sinners here below, 
We are by sin surrounded. 
No matter where we go; 
Temptations, sore and grievous 
Confront us ev'ry day, 
And Satan's hosts are seeking 
To lead our souls astray. 

Father in heaven guide us 

By thy blest loving care, 

And let thy tender mercy 

Go with us ev'rywhere ; 

Help us to stand firm always 

For thy blest holy Word, 

And ever make confession 

Of Jesus Christ our Lord. rpoo. 



25S 



TOS & 8s. 

When Jesus our Lord journeyed upon earth 
And comforted all the distressed ; 
He took in His arms the tender young bahes 
And all of them tenderly blessed. 

(Chorus.) 

He took in His arms the tender young babes, 
And placed His kind hands on them tenderly, 
And sorely displeased with others He said, 
''Sufl'er the cliildren to come unto me." 

Then said He to them, Except }/e repent 
And all become like small children 
And like them receive the kingdom of God, 
Ye never shall enter there in. (Chorus.) 

Lord may we become like little children, 

All innocent Lord before thee ; 

That we may enter the kingdom of God 

And from sin and sorrow be free. (Chorus. ) 1900. 



CONFIRMATION DAY. 
C. M. D. 

God bless tlie day on which I came 
And at His altar bowed, 
When I confessed my Savior's name, 
When solemnly T vowed 
That until death Td faithful be, 
His blest name I'd adore, 
That blessed day when Christ made me 
His own forevermore. 
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Lord Jesus hear the humble prayer 

I offer to thee now, 

Guard me with thy most tender care 

That I may keep my vow, 

And though temptations vex my mind, 

And Satan torment me, 

My weary soul will daily find 

Sweet bliss and rest in thee. 

Tis jov, O 1 ,ord, to me to say, 

That I am wholh' thine, 

Grant that before mankind each day. 

My light may brightly shine ; 

Throughout life's journey day by day. 

Lord never sufler me 

To yield to sin nor go astray 

From t'iiv blest fold and thee. 1900. 



L. M. 

Jesus mv Lord on thee I lean, 
Where else can a poor sinner find 
That which can make his vile heart clean 
And bring peace to his troubled mind? 

Lord in thy presence I find peace 
And rest for my poor troubled soul, 
There doth my faith daily increase, 
lliere I am made perfectly whole. 

Lord ever keep me by thy side. 

Upon thee may I ever lean. 

In thee may I fore'er abide, 

Lord keep me ever pure and clean. 1900. 

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7s. 

Sacred is thy name O Lord, 
Worthy to be praised by all ; 
Thou didst come to earth to save 
Us poor sinners from the fall ; 
Thou didst leave thy home above 
And to sin cursed earth didst come, 
That we might forever dwell 
With thee in thy blissful home. 

With glad hearts redeemed from sin, 

In glad songs of grateful praise, 

Will we raise our voices high 

Throughout our remaining days. 

And when from our tombs we rise 

And our spirits upward fly. 

We will endless praises sing 

To thee Lord exalted high. 1900. 



C. M. 

() Lord T weep when I recall 

M\ sins of former vears, 

My soul is sad, o'erwhelmed with grief, 

I wet my face vvitli tears. 

Distressed I fail upon my knees 
And cry, O can it be 
That I have grieved my Lord, my God, 
Who did so nuich for me? 

O Lord, my soul is sore distressed, 
All helpless here I lie ; 
Deliver me from Satan's bonds, 
O leave me not to die. 

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As thou didst ])y thy touch, of old, 
Remove the leprosy, 
Touch now the leprosy of sin 
Which daily torments me. 

Then shall my tainted heart be clean, 

And I by thee be blessed, 

Then shall my tears be wiped away, 

Then shall T lind sweet rest. 1900. 



S. M. 

"Give thanks imto the Lord" 
And praise His precious name ; 
To rescue all mankind from sin. 
From heaven to earth He came. 

Ye who have been redeemed, 
Praise Him with one accord ; 
Let ev'ry ransomed sinner say, 
"Give thanks unto the Lord." 

"Give thanks unto the Lord," 
That He a child w^as born 
And in a lowly manger lay 
Upon a Christmas morn. 

When on your dying bed 

Thank Him with your last breath, 

Because He died for you and gained 

The vict'ry over death. 1900. 



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In Jesus I have a true friend, 

To Him in trouble I can go ; 

His mercy hath no bound, His grace 

For sinner doth forever flow. 

Though earthly friends all m.e forsake 
And T be left to toil alone, 
I know that Jesus is my friend 
Whose blood for my sins did atone. 

With Him I can go anywhere^ 
With him my soul can have no fear, 
For well I know no cruel foes 
Can harm me while Jesus is near. 

O Jesus, my best, truest friend! 

Keep me forever by thy side, 

That my weak, fainting, trembling heart 

May ever in swxet rest abide. 1900. 



C. M. 

O Holy Spirit, Comforter, 
Come forth and dwell within 
This weak and sinful heart of mine, 
Remove all stains of sin. 

O shed abroad within my heart, 
Thy blessed light divine 
And may that blessed heavenly light 
Within my heart e'er shine. 

May it forever guide my feet 
While journ'ying here below, 
And may it be a power to me 
To banish ev'ry foe. 

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And when I stand on Jordan's banks, 

Conduct nie safely o'er 

To the bright new Jerusalem, 

On Canaan's happy shore.^ 1900. 



8s & 7s. 

When upon the clouds of heaven. 
We the Son of Man shall see, 
Coming with great pow'r and glory, 
All the dead in earth and sea 
Shall arise and stand before Him, 
All their deeds shall be made known 
By the righteous Judge of nations, 
Seated on His glorious throne. 

None but God the Father knoweth 
Of that great and glorious day, 
Of that day when both the heaven 
And the earth shall pass away. 
And the final separation 
Shall be made of all mankind, 
When the wicked shall be banished, 
But the righteous rest shall find. 

Are you ready, are you watching 
For the coming of that day? 
Are you heeding His commandment, 
Do you daily watch and^pray? 
O beware, lest when He cometh, 
He may find you fast asleep, 
And while others are rejoicing, 
You lament and wail an.d weep ! 
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Jesus, be thou ever with us, 
Daily draw us close to thee, 
Guide us safely through life's journey, 
Till thy glorious face we see, 
And we in the heavenly mansions, 
With the saints who've gone before. 
Shall sing praises and adore thee 
Kings of kings forevermore. 



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O Lord from me do not depart. 
Upon my frail and impure heart. 
My sins have left a gloomy trace, 
O Lord remove it by thy grace. 

Lord Jesus by thy blood cleanse me. 

From sin and make me pure and free ; 

Give me a heart free from all guilt. 

Then do with me whate'er thou wilt. 1901. 



6s & 4s 

Jesus my cross I'll bear, 

My Cross I'll bear ; 

Though Satan in my path. 
May cast his snare ; 

When filled with grief and care, 

Jesus my cross I'll bear, 
My cross I'll bear. 

Throughout my life I'll tread 

The narrow way; 
Nor will I from that path 
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E'er go astray ; 
While I for death prepare, 
Jesus my cross I'll bear, 

My cross I'll bear. 

Though enemies of thine, 
Upon me frown. 

My cross I still will bear 
Nor lay it down ; 

Till by death freed from care, 

Jesus my cross I'll bear. 
My cross I'll bear. 



7s. 

In my Fadier's house on high 
There are many mansions bright, 
There is neither pain nor sigh 
In that home where all is liglit ; 
There upon His glorious throne, 
Sits the Lamb for sinners slain, 
Who for man's sins did atone 
And removed each guilty stain. 

There in garments pure and white. 

All the saints of God shall stand. 

As the sun's bright radiant light, 

They shall shine in Zion's land ; 

They shall fall down at the feet 

Of the Lamb whom they adore. 

There all saints of God shall meet, 

Meet to part again no more. 1901, 



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. I2S & 8s. 

Once I wandered away from my kind Fatlier's house 
And aj] the rich comforts within ; 
I forsook my brigfht hom.e and my kind Father's care 
And roamed in the pathway of sin. 

When I spent all my strength a great famme arose 
And I very hungry became ; 

When I came to myself and remembered my home, 
I was filled with regret and with shame. 

Then I said, I'll arise, to my Father I'll go 
And say, I have sinned against thee 
And against heaven too have I sinned and am now 
No more worthy thy son to be. 

Weary, worn and distressed, I arrived at my home. 
My Father embraced me and said, 

'Tis my son who was lost and who now has been found, 
My son is alive who was dead. 

Free from sorrow and care, now secureh" I dwell 

Within my kind Father's bright home ; 

In the broadway of sin and of unrighteousness. 

No more will I wander or roam. 1901. 



S. M. 

Thy precious word O Lord, 
I've laid up in my heart, 
That I may not against thee sin, 
Nor from thy law depart. 
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Thy word, O Lord, is truth, 
And to my feet a guide, 
While it remaineth in my heart, 
I'll want for nought beside. 

Thy word within my heart. 
Brings comfort to my soul. 
It drives the evil demons out, 
Who seek to gain control. 

Lord, may they precious word 

Remain fore'er within 

My heart, now broken and contrite. 

And keep me free from sin. 1901. 



6s & 4s. 

Lord, with a broken heart, 

I come to thee, 
"Let thy mercies, O Lord, 

Come unto me;" 
Satan distresses me, 
I'm all iniquity, 
Humbly I come to thee 

I come to thee. 

Lord, by thy grace remove 

All sin from me. 
Then from henceforth, 'T'U walk 

At liberty ;" 
O Lord I long to be 
From sin and sorrow free, 
Trusting, I come to thee, 

I come to thee. 1901. 

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C M. 

Arise young children of the cross 
And arm you for the fight, 
Put on the armour of your God 
And hattle for the right. 

Satan with his vile host is near 
And seeks to draw away 
The lambs of Jesus from the fold 
Into the dark broadway. 

His many vile, alluring baits, 
Confront you ev'rywhere, 
And you will faint unless you go 
Daily to God in prayer. 

Arise then children of the Lord, 

Be strong like men and fight; 

Put on the armour of your God 

And battle for the right. 1901. 



L. M. D. 



O sacred Rock, to thee I cling, 
Thou who dost rich salvation bring 
To all w^ho firmly cling to thee. 
O hide me sacred Rock in thee! 
Around me angry billows roll 
Which daily taunt and vex my soul, 
But no harm can they bring to me 
If I but finnly cling to thee. 

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O sacred Rock ! daily draw me 

Nearer to thee, nearer to thee, 

Until I leave this mortal clay 

And by angels be borne away 

To Paradise, there to be free 

From all temptations, and with thee 

Forever dwell in mansions bright. 

Where all is bliss, where all is light. 1901. 



P. M. 

Lord teach me how to live, 
Lord make me wholly thine. 
That day by day before the world 
My light may brightly shine. 

(Chorus.) 

Jesus may my light 

Brighter each day grow, 

That the world thy precious name, 

Early may learn to know. 

When Satan tempts me Lord, 

W'lien all his hosts assail 

My soul and seek to conquer it, 

O let them not prevail. (Chorus.) 

And when at last I stand 

Before thy glorious throne. 

May T thy glorious face behold 

And hear thee say, ''Well done!" (Chorus.) 

1901. 



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8s & 7s. 

If I make my bed in hades, 
I will fear not nor despair, 
For I have the blest assurance 
That thou wilt be with me there. 

There with thee, in sweet enjoyment, 

I will dwell in Paradise 

Till the day of resurrection. 

When all from their graves shall rise. 

Then on joyful wings ascending, 
I shall journey through the sky 
To the mansions bright and golden, 
In that blessed home on high. 

So teach us our days to number, 
GiA^e to us hearts pure and wise 
And the blessed, sweet assurance 
Of a home beyond the skies. 

The above hymn was composed in 12 minutes, at Alta- 
mont, Illinois, March 30, 190 1. 



PALM SUNDAY. 
7s & 6s. 



''Blessed is he that cometh 
In the name of the Lord, 
Hosanna in the highest," 
O hear them shout the word ! 
The Lord of life is coming 
Into Jerusalem, 
The pilgrims are rejoicing, 
Come, let us join with them. 
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Come, let us go and meet Him 

And glorify His name, 

For He is meek and lowly, 

To earth from heaven He came ; 

He came to bring salvation 

To all who will believe 

On Him and will with gladness 

His saving grace receive. 

Then let us go and meet Him 

And worship at His feet, 

And with the happy pilgrims, 

The joyful song repeat, 

"Hosanna in the highest," 

Praise Him with sweet accord, 

"Blessed is he that cometh 

In the name of the Lord." 1901. 



C M. 

O glorius day on which our Lord 
Rose from the rocky tomb. 
That day on w'hich the grave was robbed 
Of victory and gloom. 

With joyful hearts and songs of praise, 
We hail this glorious day 
When Christ the King of glory drove 
Death's terrors all away. 

Hail, Jesus ! thou once crucified. 
But now our risen Lord ! 
Thy sacred and most precious name, 
We praise in thought and word. 
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Let all the nations far and near, 

Repeat with one accord, 

Upon this joyful Easter day, 

Hail to our risen Lord! iqoi. 



S. M. 

I come to thee dear Lord, 
My ever dearest friend; 
Thy love to me is wonderful. 
Thy mercy hath no end. 

I come just as I am, 
Plunged in the depths of woe. 
For there is none beside thee Lord, 
To whom I thus can go. 

Before thy mercy seat, 

I humbly bow my knee 

And from my heart I now repent 

That I offended thee. 

Hear thou my prayer O Lord 

And all my sins forgive 

And grant that I through all my days 

In righteousness may live. looi 



C. M. D. 



O Chirst thou art the corner-stone 
Of thy Church here below, 
Thy Church is built on thee alone, 
On it thou dost bestow 



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Thy grace and thy redeeming powei 
And daily thou dost send 
A bountiful and gracious shower 
Of blessings without end. 

Other foundations none can la_y 
Than that already laid ; 
'Tis thee, my Savior and my God, 
By whom the earth was made ; 
Thou art the Rock on which is built 
Thy Church which ne'er shall fall, 
Where sinners are redeemed from guilt. 
Where grace is free for all. 

Help me dear Lord forevermore 

Upon that Rock to stand 

And take me when my work is o'er, 

Home to the Promised Land ; 

There to behold thy glorious face 

And sing with angels bright, 

To find a joyful resting place 

Where there will be no night. 1901. 



S. M. 

Lord, 'tis my heart's desire 
To do thy holy will, 
To follow in thy steps and all 
Thy precepts to fulfill. 

Daily, temptations come 
Which vex my soul within, 
Daily, does Satan strive to lead 
Me into paths of sin. 
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Before thee, Lord, 1 bow 
And all my sins confess, 
Remember them no more but save 
Me from unrigliteousness. 

Help me. O Lord my God, 

Daily to grow in J^race 

That I may ever find in thee 

A blessed resting place. 190 1. 



L. M. 

Arotmd the table with the twelve, 

Sat Jesus at the close of day, 

There, while he broke the bread for them, 

The Son of God was heard to say, 

This is my flesh broken for you, 
¥/hic'h for the world I freely give, 
A sacrifice for all mankind, 
Eat and thou shalt forever live. 

And when they had done eating bread, 
He took the cup and thus spake he, 
This is my blood given for you, 
"This do in remembrance of nie." 

Jesus, thou art gone to tli}- home. 
To the bright mansions in tlie sky. 
But still thy feast for us is spread. 
To which we with firm faith draw nigh. 

Here Lord we call upon our souls 
To thank tliee and thy name adore. 
For this sweet food v/hich we receive 
And eat and live forevermore. 1901. 

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C M. 

From morn till eve I'm tossed about 
On life's dark stormy sea ; 
The dark and gloomy waves of sin 
Are roaring around me. 

But through the darkness and the gloom 

I see a radiant light, 

Toward which I steer while journeying through 

The dark and stormy night. 

That light is Jesus Christ who stands 
On Canaan's blissful shore. 
And if I keep my eyes on Him 
He'll guide me safely o'er. 

Help n;e O Lord to fearlessly 

Launch forth upon life's sea ; 

Help me, when sin's dark waves rise high, 

To keep my eyes on thee. 1901. 



S. M. 

O God most merciful, 
Who art of purer eyes 
Than to behold iniquity, 
Help a poor sinner rise. 

O gracious Father, thou 
Desircst not the death 
Of sinners, come to us and breathe 
On us thy loving breath. 

Grant us forgiveness Lord, 
Forgiveness full and free. 
Help us when Satan tempts our souls, 
Ever to cling to thee. 
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Make us cheerful in faith, 
Fioni gloom ne s of mind, 
Deliver us and grant that we 
Eternal rest may find. 1901. 



8s & 5s. 

Jesus, Savior, blest Redeemer, 
Who died for the wretched sinner, 
Who is now our intercessor 
At the Father's throne. 

Jesus, Savior, we adore thee, 

Humbly we now bow before thee. 

And we from our hearts implore tiiee. 

Wash our sins away. 1901. 



L. M. 

(3 Lord open our eyes that we 
May all our faults and follies see ; 
Help us to walk in that blest way 
Of righteousness from day to day. 

Be pleased O Lord, we implore thee. 

To heal our souls and set us free 

From sin, thy spirit on us pour 

That we henceforth may sin no more. 190 1, 



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OUR NATION'S PRAYER, 

6s & 4s. 

O F'ather, hear the plea 
Our nation brings to thee, 

Save thon our chief; 
Death's ang-el hovers nigh, 
O hear our nation's cry. 
Suffer him not to die. 

Save us from grief. 

Thou who dost with us dwell. 
Who (loeth all things well, 

(Our hearts are rent. 
Our tears in torrents fall,) 
To thee O God we call. 
Spare him so dear to all. 

Our President. Sept. 13, 1901. 



L. M. 



TO THE MEMORY OF OUR MARTYR PRESIDENT, 
WILLIAM McKINLEY. 

Jesus, who from thy bright home came 
Long years ago to earth below, 
To save a wretched sinful world 
From everlasting doom and woe. 

Thou who didst by thy gentle voice 
And by the touch of thy kind hand. 
Comfort the sick and sorrowing 
As thou didst journey through the land. 
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Lord, thy kind voice and gentle hand 
Can still bring comfort and relief 
To men and nations everywhere 
Plunged deep in sorrow, pain and grief. 

Lord, mercifully look upon 
Our sore oppressed nation today, 
Jesus, stretch forth thy tender hand 
And wipe our bitter tears away. 

Lord, give us faith both firm and true, 
That we amid sorrow may say, 
In the words of our sainted Chief, 
"God's will be done, it is his way." 

Sept. 19, 1901. 



C. M. 

Lift up your hearts in grateful praise 
To God who dwells on high ; 
To heaven's throne your voices raise, 
Hosanna be your cry. 

For mercifully has our Lord 

Dealt with his people here, 

Then raise your hearts with one accord 

And his blest name revere. 

Praise him for sending showers of rain 
Upon the harvest field 
And ripening the golden grain. 
Our daily food to yield. 

Ye people throughout this broad land. 
Who reap the golden store. 
Lift up your voice, join heart and hand 
And praise him evermore. 1901, 

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L. M. D. 

Omniscent God, enthroned on higfh, 
Who saw the grief and heard the cry 
Of thy own people Israel, 
Who in captivity did dwell ; 
Thou, who, with thy almighty hand 
Didst bring them to the Promised Land 
Where they, from despots bonds set free, 
Might dwell in peace and worship thee. 

Hear thou our cry, O God of love, 

Look down from thy bright home above 

And view thy people suffering 

In Satan's bonds and quickly bring 

Us forth and guide us on our way 

Until we reach the perfect day, 

When we, from Satan's bonds set free, 

Will ever praise and worship thee. 1901, 



8s, 7s & 4s. 

At the right hand of the Father, 
Where the bright angels surround 
God's white throne and sing his praises, 
Jesus now with glory crowned. 

Pleads for sinners 
With the Father day by day. 

Come ye who are heavy laden. 
Bow before the mercy seat, 
Come believing that your Savior 
Doth for you daily entreat 

God the Father 
Who for his sake will forgive. ipoi. 

280 



L. M. D. 

Straight is the path, narrow the way 
Leading to Hfe, to endless day ; 
Straight is the path and few be they 
Who journey in that narrow way ; 
But still it can be found by all 
Who on the name of Jesus call ; 
O friend can it be said of you, 
That you are numbered with that few? 

If you are treading the broadway, 

Return again, without delay. 

To Jesus who will welcome you 

And lead you all your journey through; 

Turn and against temptations fight, 

Stand firm for Jesus and the right. 

Haste then dear brother, turn to day 

And tread the straight and narrow way. 1901. 



L. M. 

By faith my Lord and King I see, 
Seated in glorious majesty 
Upon his throne at God's right hand, 
In Canaan's fair and happy land. 

By faith I see the angels throng 
Tlie Lamb of God and sing; t!:e song 
Of Moses and the Lamb so sweet 
And bow before the mercy seat. 

By faith I walk the golden street. 
By faith the Lamb of God I meet 
And dwell forevermore with him 
In the bright new Jerrsalem. 
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By faith in God's beloved son, 

I can each day temptation shun, 

By faith I live, in faith I'll die 

And go to dwell vv^ith him on high. 190 1. 



7s, 6 lines. 



Jesus died, our souls to save, 
For our sins his life he gave ; 
O how wondrous was his love 
When he left his home above 
And came down to earth to die, 
From his Father's home on high. 

Jesus died our souls to save. 

Gained the vict'ry o'er the grave ; 

Satan's craft he brought to nought, 

With his blood our souls he bought ; 

All the guilt of sin he bore, 

Praise his name forevermore. 1901. 



7s 



God my Father, God most high, 
Hear thy servant's humble cry. 
Night and morning, all the day 
Teach me thy most holy way. 

Jesus, who art ev'rywhere. 
Hear thy servant's hum;ble prayer, 
Grant me strength each day to beat 
Satan down beneath my feet. 

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Holy Spirit, blessed dove, 

Fill my heart with sacred love, 

Ev'ry day enable me 

To lead others unto thee. 1901. 



7s. 6 lines. 



Father draw us close to thee 
And thy glory let us see. 
Teach us, Father, day by day, 
How to live and watch and pray; 
Ever with thy servants dwell. 
Rescue us from sin and hell. 

Savior, tender Shepherd, come 
And abide with us at home. 
Visit us from day to day, 
In thy presence let us stay ; 
On thy bosom let us lean, 
Rescue, wash and make us clean. 

Spirit, Comxfort^r, thou art 

Poured out freely on each heart. 

In our home rich blessings pour. 

Richly bless us evermore. 

In our home dwell day by day 

Till from earth we pass away. 1901, 



S. M. 

My soul thirsteth for thee 
O Christ thou Lamb of God, 
I, long to tread in that bright path 
Which thine ov/n feet have trod. 
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fountain ever pure ! 

1 come to thee and drink, 
Wash all my guilt away and give 
Me faith that will not shrink. 

In this faith let me live. 

In this faith let me die, 

That I may dwell forevermore 

In mansions bright on high. 1901. 



THANKS GIVING {Acrostic). 

Thursday is Thanksgiving Day, 

Hearts are cheerful, glad and gay, 

Anthems are sung by the throngs, 

National Thanksgiving songs ; 

Kind friends, here and ev'rywhere, 

Spread the sweet, delicious fare, 

Good men, also, on this day. 

Into hovels find their way. 

Visit widows and oft bring 

Invalids glad Thanksgiving; 

Now let us in heart and word, 

Give thanks to our blessed Lord. 1901. 



8s & 7s. 

Blessed Savior, dear Redeemer, 
Come and with thy saints abide, 
Let thy blessing rest upon us. 
Keep us ever by thy side. 
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Send down rich, refreshing showers 
Of thy mercy and thy grace 
And enable ns to daily 
Find in thee a resting place. 

May thy presence e'er be with us, 
Never from us Lord depart. 
May thy Ploly Spirit ever 
Reign in each repentant heart. 

A^Tay he ever guide us onward 

In the straight and narrow way, 

Till in glory with the angels. 

We shall reign in endless day. 190 1. 



8s & 7s. 

Tender Shepherd, loving Savior, 
Send thy richest blessings down, 
Open thou our understanding 
Tliat we each th}- love may own. 

Be thou ever present with us, 

Lead us safely all the way 

O'er life's rugged, stony pathway 

To the realms of endless day. 1901. 



los & 6s. 



''When I have finished my journey on earth," 
Angels will come for me 
And will bear me to Caanan's land, 
Happy then I shall be. 

2S5 



(Chorus.) 

There in glory which hath no end, 
I shall forever reign, 
Where temptations, which vex me here, 
Never shall meet me again. 

In the bright, New Jerusalem, 
With its streets of pure gold, 
Falling dovvu at my Savior's feet, 

I shall tlie saints behold. (Chorus.) 

Dwelling in heaven forevermore, 

What could more glorious be. 

Singing the praises of Him who died, 

Throughout eternity. (Chorus.) 1901. 



C. M. D. 



O, who will go and bear the Word 

To heathen far away, 

O, v/ho will teach them how to tread 

The straight and narrow way ; 

O. who will heed the mournful cry 

Wliich comes across the sea, 

O. who will bravely rise and say, 

''Here am I, Lord, send me!" 

(Chorus.) 

How can we bear to see them bow 
Before their idols made of stone? 
O, who will tell them of the Lamb 
Whose blood for all sin can atone. 
28« 



Behold the victims sacrificed 

By heathen kings each year 

Because they never have been taug^ht 

God's great name to revere. 

Can we, who have received the hght, 

Longer remain away? 

O, will not some one soon go forth 

And teach them how to pray? (Chorus.) 



7s. 

Glorious is thy throne O Lord, 
Glorious is thy throne on high, 
With a broken, contrite heart, 
To that throne I now draw nigh. 

Let them be ashamed, O Lord, 
Who forsake the name of thee. 
But I ne'er shall be ashamed 
Of thy name which saveth me. 

Heal me, O my Lord, heal me, 

Be thou nigh me all my days 

Save me, O my Savior, save. 

For thou Jesus art my praise. 1901. 



C M. Is. Chap. 26. 



"O Lord, we have waited for thee, 
In thee we've placed our trust, 
Thou art upright and dost direct 
The pathway of the just. 
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"In the way of thy judgments, Lord 
Have we waited for thee, 
To thy name and memorial. 
Our thoughts shall ever be." 

O Lord, our God, while life shall last, 

May we thus wait for thee 

And then go home, with thee to dwell. 

Throughout eternity. 1901, 



8s & 7s. 

Hail ! thou blessed Christmas season. 
Once again to us come round 
When the churches of all nations, 
With glad songs of praise resound, 
When we sing the songs which angels 
Sang upon that Christmas morn, 
"Unto us a son is given. 
Unto us a child is born." 

Blessed be our God and Father 
Who so loved us that He gave 
His own Son, His well beloved. 
The whole sinful world to save ; 
Blessed be His name forever 
For His love to all mankind. 
Let us go and seek this Savior 
And in Him salvation find. 

Precious Savior, dear Redeemer, 
Thou who hast set all men free 
From the bonds of sin and Satan, 
We our gifts now bring to thee. 
Freely from our hearts we give them, 
Take them and thy blessing give 
To us as we through life journey. 
That we may forever live. 1901. 

288 



S. M. 

Savior, almighty friend, 
Thy precious name I love, 
With joyful heart I join my song 
With that of heaven above. 

I love thy name, O Christ, 
Because thou didst come down 
To earth and didst for me endure 
The wicked scoff and frown ! 

I love thy name because 
Thou didst in Gethsem'ne, 
Endure great agony, and sweat 
Great drops of blood for me. 

Thy precious name I love, 
For thou didst die for me 
Upon the cross and from all sin 
Forever set me free. 



1901. 



7s. 

In the silent dead of night, 
Radiant glor}- shone around 
Shepherds, watching o'er their flocks, 
Who in fear fell to the ground. 

But the angel of the Lord 
Spake consoling words to them, 
"Fear not, I good tidings bring, 
Christ is born in Bethlehem." 
289 



'This shall be a sign to you, 
In the manger ye shall find, 
Wrapped in swaddling clothes, the child, 
Christ, the Savior of mankind.' 

Suddenly then there appeared 

Hosts dcsceiidii^g tlirough the sky, 

Singing joyfully the song, 

"Glory be to God on high." 1901. 



7s. 

Angel hosts came to the earth 
On that glorious Christmas morn, 
Chanting joyfully the song, 
"Christ the Prince of peace is born." 

That was man}- years ago, 
But the stor}' ne'er grows old, 
For upon each Christmas day 
That same joyful tale is told. 

And as long as time shall last, 
Men the samie sweet tale will tell, 
How the Prince of peace once came 
Down to earth with men to dwell. 

Thanks be to our God who sent 

His own Son to earth that day 

To redeem us from the curse 

And take all our sins away. 1901. 



im 



p. M. 

Heavenly Father, 

Bountiful giver 
Of ev'ry good and perfect thing ; 

With adoration 

And supplication, 
We to thee now our offerings bring. 

Dear loving Savior, 

Blessed Redeemer, 
Who for sins did suffer and die ; 

Praying for pardon 

For our transgressions, 
We to th}' seat of mercy draw nigh. 

Comforting Spirit, 

Who doth proceed from 
God the Father, God the Son, 

With. the Father 

And the Savior, 
We Avill adore thee, three in one. 1901. 



C. M. 

Savior divine, thy name I love, 
Thy pard'ning grace I crave, 
Send down th}- mercy from above 
And a poor sinner save. 

(Chorus.) 

There is no other nam.e but thine 
That can save me from sin ; 
Cleanse nov>' this unclean heart of m.inc 
And make me pure within. 
291 



Savior divine, I long to leave 

The path I've trod so long, 

And to thee from henceforth to cleave 

And to thy church belong. (Chorus.) 

Savior divine, be thou my guide, 

Abide with me each day 

And keep me ever by thy side 

And teach me how to pray. (Chorus.) 

And when at last I lay me down 

Upon my bed and die. 

May I ascend to wear the crown, 

In thy bright home on high. (Chorus.) 1901 



8s & 7s. 

Humbly at thy throne O Savior, 
Like the publican I bow. 
Be thou merciful and save me, 
Save me Jesus, save me now. 

Lord, I feel that I'm unworthy 
To lift up my eyes to thee 
So I humbly bow and pray thee, 
"God be merciful to me." 

With thy precious blood O Jesus, 

Cleanse my heart and make it pure, 

That I may with thee from henceforth, 

Make my peace and calling sure. 1901. 



2&2 



6s. 

There is a home above 
Where all is bright and fair, 
Where all is peace and love, 
Sin ne'er can harm me there. 

My Savior dwells up there 
And doth the mansions bright 
For his own saints prepare, 
Whose gannents are washed white. 

Soon will the Savior come 
And carry us away 
Up to that blessed home 
And wipe our tears away. 

Then with the ransomed throng, 
W^ith saints who've gone before, 
We'll praise with sweetest song, 
Our Savior evermore. 190 1. 



7s. 

To tlie mount of Calvary, 
Where the cross of Jesus stands, 
Where widi wounded, bleeding side 
And with j^ierced feet and hands. 
Hangs the precious Lamb of God, 
For poor, wicked sinners slain, 
I will flee and wash away 
From my soul each guilty stain. 

From all wrath and pow'r of hell, 
I from henceforth shall be free, 
For my sins are washed away 
Bv the blood he shed for me ; 



Joy and peace now reigns within 

My heart since to him I came, 

And with joy I now can sing, 

Blessed be my Savior's name. 190 1. 



C P. M. 



Christ who upon the cross did die, 
Who has ascended up on hig'h, 

Shall come to earth again ; 
In glory and great majesty, 
Will his great, final coming be 

To earth to Judge all men. 

Then they who nailed him to the tree, 
Upon the clouds their King shall see 

And they shall weep and wail ; 
But they who did their Lord accept 
And while on earth his precepts kept, 

Shall his great advent hail. 

Lord, may we here obey thy word 
And may our lives be in accord 

With thy divine decree ; 
That when that glorious day drawls nigh, 
Redeem.ed at thy right hand on high. 

In glory may we be. 1901. 



C. M. 

We bid the parting year farewell 
And thus again anew, 
Upon the stormy sea of life. 
Our journey we pursue. 
294 



We praise thy name, O Lord, for thou 
Hast brought us safely through 
The old year and permitted us 
To pass into the new. 

And as we enter now upon 

The threshold of the year, 

May we each day be mindful that 

Thou Lord art ever near. 1902. 



8s & 7s. 

When my heart is filled with gladness, 
Savior I would com.e to thee, 
Thanking thee for all the blessings 
Which thou sendest down to me. 

In the hour of sore affliction, 
When my soul is filled with grief, 
I would come to thee my Savior, 
For in thee I find relief. 

When the time at last draws near me 
When I must lie down and die, 
When I breathe my last, O Jesus, 
May I feel that thou art nigh. 

May my soul go from this body 

Free from ev'ry worldly care 

And in joy descend to Hades 

And dwell with my Savior there. 1902. 



295 



6s & 4s. 

Jesus I rest in thee, 

I rest in thee ; 
To lean upon thy breast, 

Is bUss to me; 
From sin and shame I flee, 
Jesus I rest in thee, 

I rest in thee. 

When at the morning's dawn, 

Refreshed I rise 
And to the heavens above 

Lift up mine eyes. 
My sweetest song shall be, 
Jesus I rest in thee, 

I rest in thee. 

When trials sorely vex 

My soul within 
And Satan, with his wiles, 

Tempts me to sin. 
This thought shall strengthen me, 
Jesus I rest in thee, 

I rest in thee. 

And when I lie upon 

My bed to die, 
O may I realize 

That thou art nigh, 
And may my last thought be, 
Jesus I rest in thee, 

I rest in thee. 1902. 



296 



L. M. D. 

When storms around me fiercely rage 
And Satan's host their powers engage 
To tempt my soul from Christ away 
And taunt and mock me night and day, 
There is a place where I can flee, 
Where Satan's host can ne'er find me ; 
Tis to that Rock from which the blood 
For ransom flowed, in crimson flood. 

To that Rock I'll closely cling, 

There I will all my trials bring. 

In that shed blood I'll wash my soul 

And thus be made completely whole. 

And throughout life my trust shall be 

In Him who shed his blood for me, 

And of his wondrous love I'll sing 

And others to that Rock I'll bring. 1902. 



9s & 6. 

Behold the fountain on Calvary, 
Where crimson blood is flowing so free, 
Flowing so precious, for you and me, 
From Jesus' wounded side. 

(Chorus.) 

Sinners to that precious fountain flee, 
It will cleanse and make you pure and free 
From sin and sorrow and you will be 
Heirs to eternal life. 

297 



Come to that fountain, do not delay, 
Come, let it wash your sins all away, 
List to the Savior, O hear him say, 
Come unto me and live. (Chorus.) 

Come to that fountain while it is day, 

For night will come if you long delay, 

From that blest fountain turn not away, 

Come and forever live. (Chorus.) 1902. 



9s. (Tune, "Sweet By and By.") 

Jesus Chirst has ascended on high, 
To prepare a bright mansion for me 
In that land where no sorrow can come, 
Where the saints are all happy and free. 

(Chorus.) 

'Tis the home of the blest. 
Where the shadows of night never come ; 

There the saints are at rest 
With their L.ord in that heavenly home. 

This same Jesus who now dwells on high 
Will send down his bright angels for me 
When I've finished my journey on earth, 
When my soui from all sin shall be free. 
In the home of the blest, etc. 

Jesus help me to walk in that path. 
In that beautiful path thou hast trod. 
So that when I shall lay down life's cares, 
I with joy shall ascend to my God. 

To the home of the blest, etc. 1902. 

298 



7s. 



Little children seek the Lord, 
Love him with your heart and soul, 
Seek him while he may be found 
While the golden moments roll. 

Little children love the Lord, 
Love the Savior who has bought 
Sinners with his precious blood, 
Who the wand'ring sheep has sought. 

Little children serve the Lord 
Ev'ry hour of the day 
As you journey o'er life's path, 
You will find that it will pay. 

Little children praise the Lord 

With your lips and from your heart. 

In the vShepherd's fold abide. 

Never from life's path depart. 1902. 



7s & 8s. 

I am saved by Jesus' blood, 
Blessed be the name of Jesus, 
Which from Calv'ry's mountain flowed, 
Blessed be the name of Jesus. 

(Chorus.) 

He is my light and way. 
He all my debt did pay. 
Now from my heart I say, 
Blessed be the name of Jesus. 
299 



For my sins he did atone, 

Blessed be the name of Jesus, 

And has bought me for his own. 

Blessed be the name of Jesus. (Chorus.) 

On the cross for m.e he died, 

Blessed be the name of Jesus, 

He my soul has sanctified. 

Blessed be the name of Jesus. (Chorus.) 1902. 



L. M. 

I love the church which bears the name 
Of Jesus Christ the Holy one. 
The church which has been built upon 
The Solid Rock, God's only son. 

Other foundation none can lay 
Than that which is already laid, 
That which is Jesus Christ our Lord, 
Who by his blood new creatures made. 

Upon that solid Rock Til build, 

Help me O Lord to firmly stand 

Throughout my life and when I die, 

Conduct my soul to Caanan's land. 1902. 



8s, 7s & 4s. 



Jesus, mighty King, we praise thee 
For thy wondrous love to men ; 
Out of darkness thou didst bring us 
Into heavenly light again ; 

Thou are worthy 
To be praised by all mankind. 



At the right hand of the Father 
Thou didst sit exalted high, 
Where the saints and holy angels, 
Day and night with rev'rence cry, 

*'Thou art worthy 
To be thus exalted higfh." 



'fe' 



With the saints and holy angels, 
We would join in songs of praise 
To our blessed, dear Redeemer 
And to thee our voices raise. 

Thou art worthy 
To be praised forevermore. 1902. 



S. M. 

Jesus, my Lord, I rest 

In thy blest love to day, 

'Tis sweet to me to rest in thee 

And daily watch and pray. 

Jesus, from morn till eve, 
I hide myself in thee, 
In thee I rest, my soul is blest 
By thy blood shed for me. 

Jesus, the day draws nigh 

When I thy face shall see, 

Then v^^ith the blest in peace I'll rest 

Throughout eternity. 1902. 



7s. 

Jesus, man of sorrows, who 
While on the earth didst suffer woe. 
Who in dark Gethsemane, 
Bowed in bitter agony. 
301 



Look in mercy now upon 
A poor wretched, sinful one, 
By thy grace deliver me 
From all woe and misery. 

Thou, the heavy penalty 
Of my sins, didst pay for me, 
And I know, though dark my sin, 
Thou canst make me pure within. 

Then Lord Jesus look on me 

With thy heav'nly sympathy 

And by thy redeeming love, 

From my soul all sin remove. £902. 



L. M. 

Long years ago, at God's right hand, 
The Savior from his throne arose 
To meet his faithful servant who 
Was stoned* to death by frenzied foes. 

For Jesus* and the Gospel's sake, 
That man his life on earth laid down, 
He kept the faith until his death 
And gained an everlasting crown. 

Lord, may I, like that faithful man. 

Throughout my life keep serving thee, 

That I may see thee too, at last, 

Rise from thy throne to v/elcome me. 1902, 



C. P. M. 



'*My soul doth magnify the Lord," 
My heart and tongue with sweet axcord 
Shall his blest love proclaim ; 
302 



My spirit doth in Him rejoice, 
I'll sing his praise with heart and voice, 
For holy is his name. 

O wondrous is that love of his ! 
From age to age his mercy is 

On them that fear his name ; 
For he hath showed strength with his arm, 
To rescue all mankind from harm. 

To sin cursed earth he came. 

He hath remembered his mercy, 
Exalted them of low degree, 

The proud heart hath he stilled ; 
Hath sent the rich away empty, 
The poor, the wretched, and hungry. 

He hath with good things filled, 

^*My soul doth magnify the Lord,'' 
He is the ever living Word 

Who came to earth to die ; 
His life for man he freely gave 
That he poor sinners' souls might save 

From sin and mJsery. 1902. 



8s, ys & 4s. 



Guide me Heavenly Father, guide me, 
Through this dark and dreary land. 
Through the valley of the shadow 
Lead me safely by thy hand ; 

When Fm lonely, 
May I firmly cling to thee. 

:o3 



When I wrestle with temptations 
And for help upon thee call, 
May my soul each day be strengthened 
To resist them one and all ; 

When I'm tempted, 
May I firmly cling to thee. 

When the day of death approaches, 
When I cross o'er Jordan's flood 
To the blessed land of Caanan, 
There to dwell with thee my God ; 

When I'm dying 
May I firmly cling to thee. 1902. 



8s, 7s & 4s. 



Jesus leads me, safely leads me 
In the straight and narrow way ; 
While I keep my eyes upon him, 
I shall never go astray ; 

Jesus leads me 
In the path of righteousness. 

O'er the sea of life I'm sailing, 
Oft the waves of sin roll higti, 
But they ne'er can overwhelm me 
For my Savior's ever nigh, 

And I hear him 
Saying to the waves, "Be still." 

When my soul is sorely tempted 
By the hosts of hell and sin, 
I remember that he's near me 
And I'm filled with peace within ; 

Jesus leads me 
Safely in the path of life. 1902. 

a(>4 



C. M. 

The Savior of mankind proclaimed, 
When he upon earth trod, 
"I^ I am come to do thy will," 
To do thy will O God. 

We thank thee, Savior, that thou hast 
With all these words complied 
And that thou didst that will by which 
We have been sanctified. 

This holy covenant which thou 
Didst to us Lord impart. 
To put th}' laws upon our minds 
And write them on our heart. 

By which thou dost assure us that 
Our sins thou wilt no more 
Remember, and thy saving grace, 
Wilt on our faint hearts pour. 

Then Lord, receive the thanks we bring 

For thy blest gift divine 

And may we live and die in thee 

And be forever thine. 1902. 



8s & 7s. 

See the crimson flood now flowing 
From the Savior's wounded side. 
From the Rock in which poor sinners 
From all storms may safely hide. 
305 



(Chorus.) 

I am coming- to that fountain, 
To that flood which flows for ir.e, 
To that precious, loving Savior 
Who has died to set me free. 

From my Savior I had wandered 
In the path of sin so wide. 
Till I heard of that pure fountain 
Flowing from my Savior's side. 

(Chorus) 

Lord my load of sin is heavy, 
But thy shed blood can, I know. 
Though my sins may be as scarlet. 
Make them whiter than the snow. 



(Chorus). 

1902. 



L. M. 



My God accept the vows I make 
To serve thee with my heart and mind, 
May I of heavenly grace partake 
And rich salvation ever find. 

Ttemptations will my soul oppress 
And seek to draw my heart from thee, 
But thou, from all unrighteousness, 
Canst by thy strength deliver me. 

Thy promises are true, O Lord, 
Help me to trust in thee each day, 
Help me to understand thy Word, 
Help me to daily watch and pray. 
306 



And when in death I close my eyes, 
May I be free from ev'ry care, 
That I may at the last day rise 
To meet my Savior in the air. 

And may I at thy right hand shine 

Forth as the sun eternally, 

And with the saints in glory stand 

And ever with my Lord to be. 1902. 



8s & 7s. 

On that glorious Easter morning, 

Jesus rose victoriously, 

Over death and grave triumphant, 

Evermore alive to be ; 

Death no miore can have dominion 

Over Qirist the Prince of Peace, 

He who once was dead now liveth 

And poor sinners doth release. 

Blessed be his name forever. 

For he hath done all things v/ell, 

By his death and resurrection 

Saved our souls from sin and hell ; 

Jesus, Savior, we adore tliee, 

For thou art the sinner's friend, 

Let thy Spirit dwell within us. 

Keep us faithful to the end. 1902. 



L. M. 

Give me O God a heart so pure 
A contrite heart so brave and strong 
That I temptations may endure 
And triumph over all that's wrong. 
307 



And when my earthly day is done 

And shades of night begin to fall, 

May I the victory have won, 

Through thee, o'er death and grave and all. 

Then let thy servant Lord depart 

'In peace according to thy word,' 

Redeemed by thee and pure in heart 

Let me ascend to meet my Lord. 1902. 



7s, 6 lines 



Holy Spirit from on high, 
Who our hearts doth sanctify ; 
Come and in our hearts abide, 
Turn all evil thoughts aside, 
Let thy heavenly light shine in 
Our faint hearts and banish sin. 

Holy Spirit guide our feet 
To the glorious mercy seat, 
Guide us in the narrow way, 
To the bright and perfect day, 
When the waves of sin roll high, 
May we feel that thou art nigh. 

Holy Spirit be our guide 

To our Savior's wounded side 

Where his blood, still flowing free, 

Brings to sinners liberty ; 

Blessed Comforter divine. 

In our hearts forever shine. 190a. 



308 



L. M. 

Thy saints, O Lord, give praise to thee, 
For thou didst make salvation free 
To all who will the gift receive 
And on thy precious name believe. 

To thee, O Lord, our voice we raise, 

For thou art worthy of all praise, 

For thou art ever near to aid 

Poor sinners who have from thee strayed. 

Blest be thy name forevermore, 

Thy name whom saints on earth adore, 

And join with all thy saints in heaven 

And sing glory to thee be given. 1902, 



L. M. 

Thy word, O Lord, is truth, 'tis power, 
Can strengthen sinners ev'ry hour, 
Can lead them to the Lamb of God 
And guide them in the path he trod. 

Thy word, O Lord, is pure, complete, 
It is a lamp unto my feet, 
'Tis soothing balm to my poor soul. 
Can make my troubled spirit whole. 

Lord may thy light forever shine 
Into this sinful heart of mine, 
And banish ev'ry guilty stain, 
Let nought but holiness remain. 

Then free from sin my voice Til raise, 

In songs of love and sweetest praise 

To thee my God of light and lore, 

Exalted on thy throne above. 1902. 

309 



L. M. 

Lord when temptations sorely press 
My soul and fill me with distress, 
To thy dear cross in faith I flee 
And safely hide myself in thee. 

No other refuge Lord have I, 
To no one can poor sinners cry 
But unto thee whose blood alone 
Did for poor sinners guilt atone. 

Then Jesus hear my humble prayer, 

I thank thee for thy tender care, 

Now let thy love on me descend 

And keep me faithful to the end. 1902. 



L. M. 

Before tliy holy altar Lord, 

In faith I humbly bow my head. 

Cleansed from my sins by thy shed blood, 

I feed on thee the living bread. 

Thou art the living bread which came 
Down from the Father's throne above, 
And whosoever eateth shall 
Abide forever in thy love. 

Thy body, Lord, broken for all, 
Is food for ev'ry fainting soul ; 
It keeps the guilty conscience still 
And makes the vilest sinner whole. 

Thy blood, O Lord, is drink indeed, 
Can quench the thirst of sinful men, 
Lord fill our hearts with faith that we 
May drink and never thirst again. 
310 



And may we ever with thee hold, 

With contrite hearts, communion sweet, 

And may we each day grow in grace 

And gather round tliy mercy seat. 1902. 



7s. 

I will glory in the cross 
Upon which my Savior died. 
Where by faith I see his blood 
Flowing from his wounded side. 

In the cross, now sanctified. 
I will glory ev'ry day 
For the blood He shed thereon 
Vv^ashes all my sins away. 

I will glory in the name 

Of the Lamb of God who gave 

His own life upon the cross 

That he might the whole world save. 

I will praise the precious name 

Of that Savior I adore ; 

Praise and thanksgiving I'll give 

To the Lamb forevenr.ore. 1902. 



7s & 6s. 

Awake, the time is coming, 
E'en now it is at hand, 
To send the precious Gospel 
To yonder heathen land! 
311 



The harvest now is ready 
And will you still delay 
To send the reapers over 
To bear the sheaves away? 

O see the heathen bending 

Beneath his load of sin! 

Do not delay but send them 

Reapers to gather in 

The golden sheaves to Jesus 

Who did for heathen die, 

In him they have their portion 

As well as you and I. 1902. 



8s & /s. 

Hail thou National Thanksgiving, 
With glad hearts we now rejoice, 
Day of happiness and blessing. 
When we sing with heart and voice, 
Anthems to our God and Father, 
Who through tender mercy gave 
Civil and religious freedom 
Through our fathers true and brave. 

God hath visited his people 
And abundantly has blessed 
All their labors and delivered 
Them from war and gave them rest; 
To his name then let our praises 
Everywhere be sung to day, 
May our nation ever prosper 

Until time shall pass away. _ 1902. 

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8s & 7s. 

Come ye people now and let us 

All return unto the Lord, 

He hath torn and he will heal us, 

He has promised in his word 

To forgive all our transg-ressions 

If we but to him return ; 

Come poor sinners, come and meet him, 

Why will you his offer spurn? 

See him standing, ever ready. 

The poor sinner to receive. 

Rise and to his presence hasten 

And on his dear name believe ; 

Though your soul may be most filthy 

Do not thou longer delay. 

For he, with his blood, is able 

To wash all your sins away. 1902. 



C. M. 

O Lord, my soul is filled with grief, 
My eyes are filled with tears ; 
'Tis for my man}' sins I mourn, 
My sins of former years. 

O Jesus, my almighty friend, 

O Savior can it be 

That I, a wretched sinner, brought 

Great grief, my Lord, to thee? 

The memory of all my sins 

Comes back each day to me 

And makes me weep because I brougtit 

Such agony to thee. 

31? 



O Savior pardon all my sins, 

Create my heart anew, 

That I may while I tarry here, 

The way of life pursue. 1902. 



C M. D. 



Savior, let me come to thee 
And wash my sins away; 

From thee and from thy blessed fold, 

1 oft have gone astray ; 
But I am weary of the road 
In which my feet have trod, 
I long, O Jesus, to return 
To thee my Father God ! 

(Chorus.) 
O Jesus, all my sins forgive 
And let me come to thee and live 
O Savior, keep me by thy side, 
There in thy rest may I abide. 

O Lord, unworthy though I be, 

Turn not away thy face 

From a poor, erring child of thine. 

But save me by thy grace; 

E'en though my sins like scarlet be, 

Thy precious blood I know. 

Which thou didst shed upon the cross, 

Can make them white as snow. (Chorus.) 

O Lord, remember that I am 
But dust and judge me not 
According to my sins but by 
Thy loving kindness blot 
314 



Out ail my sins and within me 
A new, clean heart create, 
And daily guide me on the way 
To heaven's golden gate. (Chorus.) 

190a. 

S. M. 

Lord to thy arms I flee, 

There safely to abide, 

There wash me with thy blood that flowed 

From out thy wounded side. 

Help me from day to day, 

To do thy blessed will, 

Teach me to strive while life shall last, 

Thy precepts to fulfill. 

And when I lay me down 

Upon my bed and die; 

May I, from sin set free, ascend 

To dwell with thee on high. 190a. 



8s & ys. 

O my soul look up to heaven 
To thy God who dwells above. 
From whom blessings, freely given. 
Flow with endless, boundless love. 

Where the saints of God are gathered 
Round his glorious mercy seat. 
Where the living creatures worship, 
Falling down at Jesus' feet. 
315 



There no sorrow e'er can enter 
And no troubles ever rise, 
For the God of peace and comfort, 
Wipes all tears from sinner's eyes. 

Then my soul look up to heaven, 

Be not weary nor cast down ; 

To the end, if thou be faithful, 

God will give to thee a crown. 1902 



8s & 7s. 

One by one the souls are fleeing 
From their earthly homes away, 
From all earthly pain and sorrow. 
From their mortal homes of clay. 

In the tombs we lay the bodies 
Of the saints whose souls have gone; 
There to wait the trumpet's sounding 
At the resurrection's dawn. 

When the dead of ev'ry nation, 
All who sleep in land and sea. 
Shall arise and mortal bodies 
Put on immortality. 

Then the faithful, high ascending, 

Shall meet Jesus in the air, 

In Jerusalem the Golden, 

Peace and joy forever share. 1902. 



»1« 



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When the trump of God shall sound, 
All the dead beneath the ground 
And beneath the sea shall rise 
And will meet Christ in the skies, 
And before him shall appear, 
Ev'ry nation far and near. 

Christ shall sit upon his throne 
And the faithful he will own ; 
With the angels they shall stand 
In white robes at his right hand, 
They shall free and happy be 
Throughout all eternity. 

Then the wicked, in disgrace. 
On his left hand he shall place ; 
They shall hear, with trembling heart, 
Those stern words, *Trom me depart," 
Forth to punishment they'll go. 
Into everlasting woe. 

Lord enable us while here 

To be faithful and revere 

Thy blest name and ev'ry day 

May we labor, watch and pray. 

That we may on that day stand 

With the blest at thy right liand. 1902. 



L. M. 



O Jesus, Shepherd, tenderly 
Through this vile world of sin lead me ! 
Lead me in paths of rigliteousness. 
Be ever near, mv soul to bL 



less. 
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Thy ]iani€ is ever dear to nie, 
Grant Lord th?t it may never be 
That I tliy precioivs name sboiild spurn 
Nor to the path of sin return. 

If I forget to do thy will, 
"Let my right hand forget her skill," 
And let my tongue ne'er speak again, 
If e'er I league with sinful men. 

Jesus, my Savior, Brother, Friend. 

Let thy rich blessings now descend 

Upon me as 1 journey o'er 

This vale of tears to Caanan's shore. 1903- 



8s & 5s. 

Hear the loving Savior calling, 

Sinners come to me ; 

Will you heed the invitation 

Which he offers thee? 

He is calling day by day 

To the lambs who've gone astray, 

Hear O hear him gently say, 

Sinners come to me. 

(Chorus.) 

Come to him, come to him to day, 
See he daily waits for thee, 
Offers pardon full and free, 
To his loving arms now flee. 
Come to him to day. 

To the v/eary he is calling, 
Come to me and rest, 
Come and in his loving guidance, 
Find sweet peace and rest ; 
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Come your loving Savior seek, 

He is lowly, he is meek, 

All ye weary, faint and weak, 

Come to him and rest. (Chorus.) 

Come and take my yoke upon you, 

Hear him gently say, 

You can bear it, for 'tis easy, 

Come O come to day ; 

In the Rock of Ages hide. 

In his blessed love abide, 

To your loving Savior's side 

Come O come to day. I903- 



8s & 7s. 

On the night of the betrayal, 
Jesus with the twelve reclined, 
After giving thanks the Savior 
Broke the bread and they all dined ; 
This is my flesh which is broken 
For you, this is what he said, 
'Eat and you shall live forever. 
For I am the living bread.* 

Then he took the cup and having 
Given thanks he gave to all, 
This is my blood which is given 
To save sinners from the fall ; 
This do ye whene'er ye drink it 
In kind remembrance of me. 
For I suffer shame and sorrow 
And I give my life for thee. 
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Blessed be thy name O Savior 

Who for us did'st suffer so 

On the cruel cross and rescued 

Us from misery and woe; 

Keep us, Jesus, ever mindful 

Of thy never ceasing love. 

Till thou comest to receive us 

Into thy bright home above. 1903. 



L. M. 

'Twas midnight and a cry was heard, 
Behold the Bridegroom doth appear; 
Arise ye virgins and go forth 
To meet him for he draweth near. 

Alas for some ! they have no oil, 

Their lamps can give to them no light 

They are not ready to go forth 

To meet the Bridegroom at midnight. 

They went away and sought to find 
A place where oil was kept in store ; 
While they were gone the bridegroom came. 
Entered the hall and shut the door. 

Sometime aftervx^ard they came forth, 
Wretched, forlorn and stood before 
The marriage hall and cried aloud. 
Lord, Lord, open to us the door. 

None but the faithful can e'er gain 
Admittance to this sacred spot ; 
Thus answered he and further said, 
"Depart from me, I know you not." 
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Awake, O Christian, sleep no more, 

Jesus, the Bridegroom, soon will come! 

Be ready when he comes, to go 

With him to your eternal home. 1903 



8s & 7s. 

When our Lord had finished speaking 
To the multitude around, 
From the mountain he descended 
And a certain scribe he found 
Wlio adored his Lord and Master 
And said to him rev'rently, 
Withersoever thou goest, 
Master, I will follow thee. 

Jesus said to him. "The foxes 
All have holes, each bird a nest, 
But the Son of man doth not have 
E'en a place his head to rest ;" 
Therefore if a man would follow 
Me he must count all things loss 
And deny himself and daily 
Follow me and bear his cross. 

Make us Jesus ever willing, 

Daily our own cross to take 

And each day throughout life's journey, 

Bear it for thy dear name's sake ; 

Till we reach the golden portal 

And tread on the golden street, 

Then with joy we'll cast our burden 

Down at our Redeemer's feet. 1903 



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S. M. 

Jesus on thee I lean, 
Thou art iny strength alone ; 
Thy blood shed free on Calvary, 
Did for my guilt atone. 

Jesus on thee I lean, 

Thou art my sure defence ; 

On Calv'ry's brow freely did'st thou 

For sin make recompence. 

Jesus on thee I lean 
And daily trust in thee ; 
Thy love so free delivered me 
From sin and misery. 



Jesus on thee I lean, 
Thou who wast dead but now 
Death hath no more dominion o'er 
But gdory crowns tliy brow. 

Jesus on thee I lean. 

May my faith never cease ; 

And when at last my days are past, 

May my soul rest in peace. I903- 



L. M. 

Paul and Silas one time were cast 
In prison and their feet made fast 
In stocks, their backs bleeding and sore, 
But they their lot with patience bore. 



At midnight they sweet praises sang, 
The sweet strains through the prison rang, 
While they thus sang the Holy Word 
Was by the other pris'ners heard. 

They sang sweet songs and suddenly 
An earthquake set the pris'ners free ; 
The jailer, springing from his bed, 
Supposed the pris'ners all had fied. 

He drew a sword himself to smite, 
But Paul cried out with all his m.ight, 
"Harm not thyself, for we're all here!'' 
The jailer came, tremibling with fear. 

And falling down before the two, 
"Sirs, to be saved what must I do?" 
He in true faith, from his heart cried, 
And they in soothing tones replied, 

Believe on Christ and thou shalt be 
Saved from thy sin and misery. 
Thou, and thy house, Jesus will save, 
For he for sinners his life gave. 

'Twas long ago, but e'er since then 

These words have brought sweet peace to men, 

Believe on Christ and thou shalt be 

Saved from thy sin and misery. 1^03, 



When I arrive at the river's brink 
Where earthly sorrows are o'er, 
Angels will carry me over the flood 
To that bright golden shore. 
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(Chorus.) 

Free from all care, in my Savior's arms, 
Sheltered forever more 
From all temptations, I shall abide 
On that celestial shore. 

When I arrive in that happy land, 

Happy on Canaan's bright shore, 

T shall behold in garments of white, 

Loved ones who've gone before. (Chorus.) 

Jesus Vv'hile I rem^ain here below, 
Teach me to wait patiently 
Till thou shalt call me to that happy land 
Where 1 shall dwell with thee. I903- 

(Chorus.) 



8s & 7s. 

\Miile the multitude of people. 
On the Savior closely pressed. 
Parents brought their infant children 
To the Savior to be blessed. 

(Chorus.) 
Suffer all the little children 
Freely to come unto me, 
For ye cannot see my Kingdom 
Except ye like children be. 

The disciples all rebuked them 
And thereby displeased their Lord 
Who to those who broug'ht their children. 
Spoke the sympathizing word. (Chorus.) 

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In his arms he took and blessed them, 

Then departed on his way, 

But the blessed invitation 

He still gives to us each day. (Chorus.) 

1903. 



78. 

Go ye therefore forth and teach 
All the nations of the world ; 
Go forth and the Gospel preach, 
Let your banner be unfurled 
Over heathen bowing low 
To their gods of wood and stone. 
Rest not till all men shall know 
Christ who did for sin atone. 

Go ye therefore forth and tell 

Of the love of Christ to men ; 

How he rescued them from hell, 

How through him they're born again; 

Do not linger nor delay 

Lest they die and never know 

Him who came to earth one day 

All because he loved them so. 1903. 



C. M. 

Not far away but very near, 
Is Jesus my dear Lord ; 
I know that he is close by me. 
He tells me in his Word. 
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Not far avv'ay but very near, 
The kingdom of God is, 
It is within my heart for he 
Is mine and I am his. 

Not far away but very near, 

Is heaven bright and fair, 

With all true foll'wers of the Lamb, 

Heaven is ev'rywhere. 1903- 



C. M. 

"As pants the hart after the brook, 
So pants my soul for thee 
O living God," and for that fount 
Flowing so full and free. 

That fountain flowing from thy side, 
Pierced by a cruel hand, 
Can cleanse the poor benighted heart 
In the remotest land. 

To that pure fountain Lord Til come, 

And of its waters take 

And thou wilt all my sins forgive 

For thine own dear name's sake. 190^. 



L. M. 

Jesus when trials heavy press 
Upon this fainting heart of mine. 
Whene'er I'm filled with sore distress, 
I will not murmur nor repine. 
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That the}' come not by chance I know 
But by thy gracious will they fall 
Upon the rich, the meek and low, 
Thou sendest them alike to all. 

When in distress to thee I'll go, 

In thy blest Word by faith I learn 

That all my trials here below. 

Thou wilt to my advantage turn. 1903. 



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Jesus guide me in the pathway 
Which thy blessed feet have trod; 
In the path v/hich leads to heaven, 
To my Savior and my God; 

In that pathway, 
Lead me Jesus evermore. 

Savior never once permit me 
To depart in the broad v/ay 
Which leads to death and destruction, 
Never leave me go astray ; 

Daily keep me 
In the straight and narrow way. 

Though through death's dark gloomy valley, 
I may walk yet I'll not fear, 
For I know that thou my Savior, 
Art with me, my heart to cheer; 

Then with courage, 
I will journey on in faith. 



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S. M. 

Savior bow down thine ear 
And hear my humble prayer, 

Savior dear to me draw near, 
Let me thy goodness share. 

Be thoit my constant guide 
While journ'ying here below, 
Ever be near my prayer to hear, 
Teach me thy way to know. 

In thee O Lord I trust, 
In thee I find sweet rest, 

1 trust in thee, safely guide me 

To mansions of the blest. I903' 



C. M. 

With lowly, contrite hearts, O Lord, 
We bow before thy throne. 
We pray thee, wash us with thy blood 
Which doth for sin atone. 

E'en though our sins as scarlet be. 
Make thou them white like snow, 
Make us to daily trust in thee. 
Teach us thy way to know. 

For all thy mercies to us known 

And unknown we thank thee; 

Help us to trust in thee alone 

Now and eternally. 1903- 



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S. M. 

'Tis joy, sweet joy to know 

That Jesus saves me now, 

That he doth cleanse me with his blood 

He shed on Calv'ry's brow. 

My soul hath found sweet peace, 
My soul hath found sweet rest; 
For Jesus claims me as his own 
And I am by him blest. 

Thanks be to God who sent 

His own dear son to save 

The world from sin and triumphed o'er 

Death's terrors and the grave. 1903. 



L. M. 

Far away the helpless heathen 
Grope in darkness every day, 
They have never heard of Jesus, 
Not a ray of light have they. 

(Chorus.) 
Send O send to them the tidings 
Of salvation which is given 
By our blessed Lord and Savior, 
And eternal rest in heaven. 

See them daily in their blindness, 
Bowing down to wood and stone, 
For they know not the Lord Jesus 
Who for sinners did atone. (Chorus.)" 

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Ye who have the Hght within you, 
Have you not for them a care? 
Open wide your heart and freely 
That blest light with them now share. (Chorus.) 

1903. 



S. M. 

My heavy load of sin, 
Long years had burdened me ; 
Weary and sad I struggled on, 
Longing to be set free. 

In my distress I cried, 

Does no one care for me? 

Would that I knew where I might find 

One who could set me free. 

I heard a gentle voice 

Saying, ''Come unto me 

And I will give thee rest," thy load 

I will remove from thee. 

I came trusting in him 

And lo my load of sin 

Fell from my soul and then I found 

Sweet rest and peace within. 1904. 



THEM DAYS HAVE LONG GONE BY. 

There was a time, when I was young, 
When boys dressed very plain ; 
The suits that most boys wore were made 
Of old Kentucky jean ; 
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We didn't wear short breeches then, 

A boy's first pants were long, 

Our mothers spun all their own thread 

And sewed them good and strong ; 

Of course our pants sometimes w^ould tear 

But they would never rip ; 

They'd stand the test, no matter how 

The boys might run and skip ; 

Then men worked fourteen hours a day, 

Wa.ges low and prices high, 

VVe had hard times to make ends meet, 

But that day has gone by. 

Tlien 3'oung gals didn't dress in silk, 

Their dresses w^ere home-spun, 

They didn't have a ward-robe full, 

Most of them had but one ; 

But we young fellers loved our g-als 

And thought they looked more sweet 

In tlieir course shoes than the young gals 

Now look with deformed feet ; 

Then boys and gals were often seen, 

Upon a bright j\[ay morn, 

Together with their pails and hoes, 

A plantin' beans and corn ; 

And then we'd go out harvesting 

Some got drunk on old rye. 

And once or so I got drunk too, 

But them days have gone by. 

When cider makin' time come round. 
Some jolly times we had 
At apple snitzins, every night. 
And one time Ma's old dad 
Got mad when I upsot the tub 
Of peelin's on the floor, 
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He raised his foot and next I found 

Myself outside the door ; 

Take that, said he, young impudence, 

I'll show you what to do, 

Play any more tricks and I'll soon 

Larn you a trick or two. 

One night we had a snitzen at 

Old Billy Simpson's farm ; 

Two young school- masters happened there 

And one old maid school-marm; 

I am ashamed to tell it, but 

The crowd throw'd them all three 

On the floor and turned the tub of 

Peelin's on them, he, he-e-e-e ! 

I never will forget that night 

Until the day I die. 

Full sixty years have passed since then, 

Them days have long gone by. 

Twas little schoolin' we got then. 
We larned to read and spell, 
Sometimes we'd find a boy or gal 
Who could cipher fairly well ; 
The teacher on the first day read 
His rules to the whole school. 
Sometimes, before he'd finish them, 
Some boy would act a fool. 
Then down on him the teacher'd come 
And lay him o'er his knee 
And with his stout old hick'ry rod 
Would whale him awfully ; 
Of course, the big boys, they'd show fight 
And many clever tricks 
They'd play and many times they took 
And whittled at his sticks 
So that they'd break at the first stroke 
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And then they'd jeer and guy ; 

That's how we spent our time in school, 

But them days have gone by. 

I wish sometimes them good old times 

Would come back once again ; 

Of course I know you folks have now 

More 'dvantages than then, 

And often while I ponder much 

O'er days of yore, I sigh. 

Perhaps 'tis better after all 

That them days have gone by. 



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JAMES J. ANDREWS 

Who planned the daring raid which bears his name. 



PART SECOND 



XTbe Hnbtevps IRaib. 



CHAPTER I. 



INTRODUCTION. 

Brave men have often dared to die 
For home and native land ; 
I now will tell the thrilling tale 
Of Andrews and his band — 
How in a noted rebel State, 
During our Civil War, 
They planned and made a daring raid 
And spread destruction far. 

'Twas on a Thursday' night in March, 
Within a crowded hall, 
I saw the famous Andrews' Raid 
Portrayed upon the wall, 

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While comrade Knight, the engineer 
Who ran the engine through, 
Told how the raid was planned and made 
By their small, gallant crew. 

He showed us pictures of the raid, 
Oil paintings large and grand, 
The railroad chase, the prison hole. 
And sufferings of their band ; 
He told the tale in thrilling tones, 
'Twas grand because 'twas true, 
I will relate in his own words, 
The thrilling tale to you. 



CHAPTER II. 

CAPTAIN MITCHELL'S PLAN. 

'TwAS in the spring of sixty-two. 

Upon an April day, 

I stood among the ''Boys in blue," 

And heard the Captain say, 

"Is there .a man among this throng, 

By trade an engineer ? 

If so, let him step forth at once 

And come right over here." 

At once I answered to his call 
And came to where he stood, 
1 felt quite sure that I full well 
An engine understood ; 
He took me to a private tent 
And there explained a plan 
A band of men would execute, 
Led by a daring man. 
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"The man comes from Kentucky State," 
Said Mitchell, (for 'twas he 
Who held this confidential talk 
Beneath the tent with me), 
"He is a brave and daring man, 
And Andrews is his name, 
Although a native of the South, 
He's Union just the same." 

He told me also that that night. 

In a dark and lonely glen, 

Andrews would meet at twelve o'clock 

The band of chosen men, 

And there would thoroughly explain 

Just what concerned each man. 

Then they would journey South at once 

And execute the plan. 



CHAPTER III. 



SECRET CONSULTATION WITH ANDREWS 
AT MIDNIGHT. 

Not many miles from Shelbyville, 
At twelve o'clock that night, 
We met within a silent grove, 
Our army not in sight ; 
We formed a circle round about 
Brave Andrews v/hile he spake 
About the daring, dangerous raid 
We were about to make. 

"Soldiers," said he, "to me give heed, 
Wliile I explain to you. 
For you must rightly understand 
Just what each man must do. 
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The task indeed is perilous, 

In it great danger lies, 

If yon are caught I have no doubt 

You'll all be hung as spies." 

*'To Chattan.ooga v., e will go, 
I'Yoni there we will proceed 
To Marietta and prepare 
To do the daring deed ; 
The locomotive and some cars 
We'll take and speed av/ay, 
Tiie telegraph and bridges then 
Destroy along the v/ay." 

''But listen now, just one word more, 

I wish you all to know 

That you are volunteers, no one 

Will be compelled to go; 

If there be one of you who thinks 

The task too hazardous, 

Go back to camip and tell no one 

What has become of us." 

Just twenty-one of us declared 

W^e'd follow and obey, 

W^iate'er the consequence might be, 

W^e'd rather go than stay. 

Two of our band returned to camp, 

I never knew just why. 

But we resolved to make the raid, 

We had but once to die. 

"The object of this daring raid," 
Said Andrews, "I'll explain; 
We'll cut off all the Reb's supplies 
By capturing the train 
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And burning every bridge along 
The Georgia Railroad route, 
Which is the only means they have 
To send provisions out." 

"Now form your squads and I will give 
You money wliich you'll need, 
Then all disperse and to the South, 
A.t once with haste proceed." 
He dealt the money freely out, 
Then said in tones quite plain, 
''Good-bye to all," then we went forth 
Through mud and falling rain. 

Just here it ma} be ^vell to state 

That Captain Mitchell's plan 

\Y?..s to move forth upon Kuntsville 

The same day that we ran 

To Chattanooga witli the train 

And burned tlie bridges down, 

The day on whicli we'd take the train 

He planned to take the town. 



CHAPTER TV. 

ARRIVAL AT CHATTANOOGA. 

We journeyed on o'er mountains high, 
The rain in torrents fell, 
We m.any miles on foot traversed, 
O'er hill, tlirough wood and dell ; 
At last we n:!et upon the bank 
Of the River Tennessee, 
There Chattanooga opposite, 
We all could plainly see. 
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We asked a ferryman at once 

To take us o'er the stream, 

He said, "Indeed of such a thing, 

I ne'er could even dream ;" 

We looked at him in great surprise 

And asked the reason why, 

"The reason why," said he, " 'tis plain, 

The wind is much too high?' 

We tried in vain to urge the man 

To sail against the wand, 

But all our efforts were in vain. 

We could not change his mind ; 

When our requests all failed to move 

This Rebel ferryman, 

We changed our tactics and pursued 

A more successful plan. 

Right in his presence we began 

To laugh and joke and jeer. 

Declaring that Kentuckians 

Would show no sign of fear ; 

He could not stand that kind of talk, 

For soon we heard him call, 

"Come on. Til take you o'er this stream. 

Or quickly drown you all." 

The trip was short but dangerous, 
Bitt we had one task more, 
For we had heard that we would meet 
A guard upon the shore, 
Who would demand of each a pass 
Before he'd let us through, 
If he'd refuse to let us land 
We knew not what we'd do. 
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Imagine our delight when we 

Found there no one to stay 

Our progress, but could step ashore 

And journey on our way ; 

No doubt because of such a storm 

They took the guard away, 

Thinking no one would dare to cross 

On such a stormy day. 

We hurried to the station, then 

We stepped on board the train, 

For Marietta we were bound. 

Would our trip be in vain ? 

We reached the place about midnight, 

Stopped at a small hotel, 

We very soon were snug in bed, 

I never slept so well. 

The time was short, indeed I thoug'ht 
I'd scarcely closed my eyes 
Until I heard a voice ring out, 
"Awake ! 'tis time to rise." 
Each man made ready hastily, 
We started through the rain, 
We reached the station just in time 
To catch that fatal train. 

We stepped on board, seemed unconcerned 
As any in the crowd, 
The train was full of passengers 
Who talked and laughed quite loud ; 
We now drew near to Big Shanty, 
Where we must do our work, 
We grit our teeth, determined that 
Not one his part would shirk. 
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The historic engine, "General," which was captured by 

Andrews and his men. April 12th, 1862. It is 

now at Chattanooga. Tenn. 



We also cut the wires down 

Which side beside us ran ; 

John Scott cHmbed quickly up the pole, 

He was an active man. 

We cut a piece of wire out 
And placed it in our train, 
So that pursuers all might fail 
To mend the breach again ; 
Then we proceeded on our way 
According to our plan, 
Which was to run on schedule time, 
Accordingly we ran. 



CHAPTER VI. 

DELAYED BY EXTRA FREIGHT TRAINS. 

But hindrances, which unforseen 

Before we made the raid, 

At Kingston met us and VvC were 

For one full hour delayed ; 

We thought we'd meet but one freight train, 

We met no less than three, 

Andrews mquired what the cause 

Of all these trains might be? 

Immediately he was informed. 
It made his brave heart thrill, 
That Yankee Mitchell by forced march 
Had come upon Huntsville, 
And therefore all the rolling stock 
Was ordered quickly to 
Atlanta, and that these three train? 
Were hauling the stock through. 
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Andrews was then asked who he was, 

He answered prompt and plain, 

"An agent under Beaureguard, 

I have a powder train ; 

We should indeed by all means be 

Now moving on our way, 

I very much indeed regret 

This unlooked-for delay." 

The last freight train at last arrived, 

And Andrews turned about 

And ordered that the switch be turned 

To let our train pull out ; 

The switch-tender refused and hung 

His keys upon the wall, 

Declared he would not turn the switch 

Nor let us out at all. 

Andrews, impatient, seized the keys 
And soon the switch was turned. 
The old man made a loud protest, 
Which was by Andrews spurned ; 
When we had passed to the main track 
Andrews threvv^ down the keys, 
Saying to the fierce old man, 
"I beg your pardon, please." 

"But we cannot afiford to wait 

Upon a single man, 

The South would never win the day, 

According to your plan ;" 

He spoke these words, then stepped on board 

And we moved on once more, 

We ran from there with greater speed 

Than we had made before. 



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Another station, Adairsville, 

Was but ten miles away, 

There we would meet another freight, 

We hoped 'twould not delay 

Us for a single moment more. 

For if we'd be too late 

To burn the bridges, stop pursuit, 

We'd surely meet our fate. 

A little south of Adairsville 

We made another stop, 

Where two or three more rails were loosed 

And quickly taken up; 

John Scott as usual climbed the pole 

And cut the wire loose, 

A pile of cross ties lying there. 

We took for future use. 

Our train arrived at Adairsville 
Before the expected freight. 
But fortunately for us all, 
We had not long to wait. 
For very soon the train arrived, 
Backed in behind our own. 
Obeying orders Andrews gave 
In a commanding tone. 

There now remained but one train more^ 
Which was a passenger, 
The last train that lay in our way, 
Our progress to deter. 
We wpited there five minutes more, 
The train did not appear, 
Andrews said, "We'll go ahead. 
We'll wait no longer here." 
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We moved but slowly on at first, 

But soon increased our speed, 

I pulled the throttle open wide, 

Urged on my iron steed ; 

Thus we ran on into Calhoun 

And there we met the train, 

Which soon was passed and we now free 

Were gliding on again. 



CHAPTER VII. 

A STARTLING DISCOVERY. 

Without a thought of danger we, 

Not far above Calhoun, 

Stopped to take up another rail 

And cut the wires down ; 

While thus engaged we heard a sound, 

A train appeared in sight, 

There was but one thing we could do, 

'Tv/as to resort to flight. 

But from whence came this train you ask. 
We asked that question too ; 
How did it pass the broken rails. 
And manage to run through? 
Let us return to Big Shanty 
To where we took the train, 
Perhaps we can more fully then 
The mystery explain. 

The engineer and fireman 
And conductor of the train 
Which we had taken from them, were 
Fuller, Murphy, and Cain ; 
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They had not \ct begun to eat 
When we our work began, 
As I have said, we took the train 
And off with it we ran. 

Murphy's quick ear soon caught the sound 

Of the escaping steam, 

He looked at Fuller and exclaimed, 

It was almost a scream, 

"Your train is moving, Fuller, see!" 

And Fuller called to Cain, 

"Some one is on our engine and 

Is moving our train !" 

They hurried out but were too late, 

The train v/as under way, 

But tliese three men resolved at once 

That they would not delay ; 

So starting at full speed they ran 

After the flying train, 

As if they hoped to capture it 

And soon return again. 

They did not for a moment think 

That we were L-nion men. 

But that some conscripts from that camp 

Had ran away ag'ain ; 

They thought they'd surely find their train 

A mile or two away. 

And that they vvould not be compelled 

To cause a long delay. 

About two miles from Big Shanty, 
They found to their dismay. 
Where we had cut the wire off 
And carried part away ; 
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Some workmen with a handcar were 
Fomid working near the place, 
They soon engaged the men and car 
And thus began the chase. 

Fuller knew well that at Kingston, 

Just thirty miles away, 

Three extra freights would meet our train 

And our proj ect delay ; 

With the hand car they doubtless could 

Eight miles an hour make, 

He thought by working hard they mig^ht 

The fugitives overtake. 

While toiling thus tlie men also 

Engaged in idle talk, 

While thus engaged they realized 

A very sudden shock ; 

Each felt a jar and then a jolt 

And then a sudden pitch, 

And soon each man was floundering z z 

Within a muddy ditch. 

They'd reached the place where we had torn 

The first rail from the track, 

And one was landed on his head. 

Another on his back; 

But none were injured seriously, 

And like determined men, 

They placed the hand car on the track 

And hurried on again. 

But after traveling nineteen miles, 
They found at Etowah, 
An engine large and powerful, 
Men called it the Yon ah; 
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They seized this prize and rapidly 
Proceeded on their way 

Toward Kingston, which they hoped to reac^ 
Before we'd get away. 

They pulled their throttle open wide, 

Their engine thundered on, 

But when they reached Kingston at last, 

They found that we had gone ; 

But we scarcely left Kingston, 

Were scarcely out of sight 

Of those freight trains which for an hour 

Had checked our rapid flight. 

But Fuller found his pursuit checked 
By the large extra freight, 
He could not pass it nor afford 
To lie there long and wait; 
He left the Yonah, walked around. 
The engine of the freig-ht 
He took and hurried on again, 
But at a slower rate. 

Just twenty minutes of a start 
Had we of them from there, 
Although their freight engine for speed, 
Could not with ours compare; 
But being still delayed by trains, 
A passenger and freight, 
Being delayed at Adairsville, 
We left there somev/hat late. 

But Fuller was somewhat delayed, 
Wjien coming to the place 
Where we had torn the rails away. 
He had to stop the chase 
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With that engine, becaiisc he had 
No rails nor spikes at hand, 
Immediately they ran on foot 
And left the engine stand. 

The freight we passed at Adairsville, 

Soon met them on the way, 

They took that train and hurried back, 

Without a long delay ; 

This thoroughly explains the scene 

Witnessed above Calhoun, 

Where w^e beheld the Rebel train — 

Upon us bearing down. 



CHAPTER VIII. 

THE EXCITING PURSUIT BY THE ENEMY, 

^ We now return to wdiere we left 

Our small excited crew ; 
When we beheld the train there was 
But one thing v/e could do; 
That was to quickly mount our train 
And seek safety in flight, 
We climbed upon the train at once 
And tied with all our might. 

There was one chance, w^e tliought, remained, 
W'e had removed a rail. 
By which wx hoped to stop pursuit, 
W^e thought it could not fail, 
Until w^e burned the bridge ahead, 
Which was not far away, 
Andrews believed we yet would be 
Likely to gain the day. 
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CAPT. Wm. a. fuller, 
Conductor of the captured train, as he appeared March, 1904. 



But Alfred Wilson soon declared 

That it was very plain, 

They yet pursued, he saw the smoke 

Of the pursuing train ; 

On hearing this we slackened speed 

The truth to ascertain, 

Yes, it was true, we plainly heard 

The whistle of their train. 



We next reversed our engine, then 
Our hindmost car cut loose 
And hurled it back upon our foes 
Who now were very close ; 
Th.cir engine v/:is reversed also 
When our car came nigh. 
It failed to injure them at all, 
They caught it on the fly. 

W hen we came near a slight up grade, 

We loosed another car. 

And hurled it back and thus we hoped 

Their progress to debar : 

But Fuller saw the car in time 

And quickly he reversed 

His engine, and they caught that car 

Just like they did the first. 

The Oostenaula bridge Vvc saw 
Was now plainly in sight. 
We did not stop to burn it though, 
But crossed in rapid flight ; 
They were so close upon us that 
It filled our hearts with gloom. 
It seemed as if we were at last 
Rushing headlong to doom. 
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But two hopes yet to us remained, 
One was to wreck their train, 
And if we failed to do that, then 
One course would yet remain, 
'Tvs^as to run far ahead and burn 
A bridge or lift a rail, 
If we could not in that succeed. 
Our whole project must fail. 

Accordingly we sped along 
With a full head of steam, 
Our whistle sending forth at times 
A shrill and warning scream ; 
We now at intervals threw out 
Some cross-ties on the track. 
In order that they might obstruct 
And keep pursuers back. 

Mile after mile we thus traversed 
In that most dreadful chase. 
But this alone could not save us 
Nor win for us the race ; 
We now drew near to Dalton where 
We feared that we might find 
A force on hand to aid the band 
Pursuing us behind. 

There is a junction at that place, 
Two roads lead out from there, 
Two lines of telegraph also. 
We now had to despair 
Of reaching Chattanooga with 
The engine we possessed, 
We knew that Rebels would be there 
With orders to arrest. 
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We passed Dalton in safety 

And on again we sped, 

But of those trains pursuing us, 

We were not much ahead ; 

Above Dalton we stopped and cut 

The telegraph once more, 

But 'twas no use for they had sent 

A message just before. 

We quickly mounted and again 
Spurred on our iron steed, 
Then through a tunnel near the place 
We rushed at lightning speed ; 
We tried to build a fire on 
The car which still remained, 
It was a task, the wood was wet 
For all the way it rained. 

At last a blaze began to rise 
And soon became more bright, 
About this time we saw ahead 
The covered bridge in sig'ht ; 
We stopped the car upon the bridge 
And soon the flames rose high, 
The smoke too floated on the air, 
In volumes toward the sky. 

But scarcely had we halted when 
We were comipelled to go, 
For we beheld not far behind. 
Our still pursuing foe ; 
Reluctlantly we left our car, 
Resumed again our flight. 
Our efforts failed, the burning car 
Did not the bridge ignite. 
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Thus having- failed to burn the bridge, 

'Twas useless novv to try 

To stop pursuit, 'twas better to 

Abandon all and fiy ; 

Accordingl}' we all jumped off, 

The engine I reveresed 

And sent it back upon our foes, 

Then quickly we dispersed. 

A number of us jumped into 

A river which ran by, 

Holding our pistols o'er our heads 

To keep our powder dry ; 

We crossed the stream in safety. 

There ran with me just tw^o. 

We soon vrere lost from all the rest 

Of our gallant crew. 



CHAPTER IX. 

OUR WHOLE BAND CAPTURED. 

Alone were we in a strange land, 
Without an earthly friend 
To shelter us or give us food, 
What was to be our end? 
But we resolved if possible, 
Northward to make our way, 
We did not have the least desire 
In that place long to stay. 

Thus for three days we wandered on, 
Hiding as best v/e could, 
One day we stopped at a farm house, 
And asked to buy some food ; 
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Alas for iis ! r.ot far away 
Were Rebel cavalry, 
And the old fanner sent his son 
And warned them secretly. 

We ate the food which we had bonght, 

Then quickly left the place, 

We climbed a hill and there we met 

Some Rebels face to face ; 

They were the Rebel cavalry, 

Our race was run at last, 

And we were doomed to be abused 

And into prison cast. 

Shortly afterward they took 

Us to a common still. 

They freely dealt the whisky out 

And bade us take our fill ; 

They thought that if they'd make us drunk, 

We'd tell all that we knew 

About the raid and all the men 

Of our gallant crew. 

W'e were secnrel}' bound with chains, 

Then rudely dragged away 

To Chattanooga where we were 

The penalty to pay : 

I will not weary you, dear triends. 

With this part of my tale. 

But will describe the horrors of 

That Chattanooga jail. 

That prison, a two-story brick, 
Was partly under ground, 
And outside was a high board fence 
Which ran completely round ; 
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A room which measured thirteen feet 
In length and breath and hei^t, 
Was crowded full of prisoners 
Who seldom saw daylight. 

The entrance to this horrid hole, 

Was through the second floor, 

Which was kept closed both day and night, 

By means of a trap-door ; 

They led us to this opening 

And bade us then descend, 

Then shut us in and there three weeks 

Vv^e were comipelled to spend. 

The air was foul, the heat intense, 

I thought Td suffocate, 

Could they be human v/ho. would place 

A man in such a state? 

Alf. Wilson and Mark Wood soon came, 

How did the others fare? 

The place was dark but we soon found 

That everyone was there. 

A Rebel Vvdioni they called **01d Svv^ims," 

Had charge of this foul den. 

He seemed to think it was too good 

For any Yankee men ; 

I learned that only twice a day, 

Would we gtt food to eat, 

A piece of corn bread very small. 

And a trifling piece of meat. 

The food was put into a pail 
And from above let down. 
Thus we received it da}^ by day. 
Oft with a sigh and frown ; 
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Still not content with starving us, 
They, like a set of toughs, 
Placed heavy chains upon our necks 
And on our hands hand-cuffs. 

The Rebels many plans devised 

And many efforts made 

To find who ran the engine through 

This most exciting raid ; 

But we determined that no one 

Would dare to tell his name, 

We had but once to meet our death, 

No matter how it came. 

Young Parrot, one of our gang. 
They thought they would compel 
To tell them what the rest of us 
Had all refused to tell ; 
He was but eighteen years of age, 
He shovv^ed no signs of fear, 
But he refused to tell the name 
Of our engineer. 

The Rebel fiends enraged at this, 

Placed him upon a stone, 

A blacker crimiC than theirs I think 

Our land has never known ; 

They lashed him o'er his naked back, 

Like demons sent from hell, 

But with all that they could not force 

That noble boy to tell. 

When all the efforts of the fiends 
Had proved of no avail. 
They ceased their v^^ork and sent him back 
To Chattanooga jail ; 
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In that condition he was placed, 
His back all bruised and sore, 
About the Union engineer 
They questioned him no more. 

The Rebels had determined that 

They'd hang the engineer, 

If they had known that I was he, 

1 would not now be here : 

But during our imprisonment. 

They never truly knew 

That I was he who in our raid, 

Had run the engine through. 

Some two weeks after our raid, 
Andrews was briefly tried, 
The charges were that of a spy, 
And with the North allied; 
Andrews admitted that he was 
The leader in the raid 
Which our band of gallant men 
So daringly had made. 

About this time we heard some news 

Which filled our hearts with joy. 

Although the Rebs. waio guarded us. 

It did indeed annoy ; 

We heard that Mitchell had advanced 

And w^as at present near 

To Chattanooga and the Rebs. 

Were all in constant fear. 

Lcadbetter, who had charge of us, 
Now^ entertained great fear 
That he might lose his prisoners. 
If Mitchell should come near ; 
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He quickly ordered that our band 
Be sent to i\iadison, 
So we were placed in rude box cars, 
The work was quickly done. 

Our treatment there was better far, 

Than what we had received, 

For of tliat foul den and old Swims, 

We were indeed relieved ; 

They said we were the bravest Yanks 

That they had ever caught, 

George Wilson told them that we were 

The poorest of the lot. 

Re lold the;:: tlmt if we were lost 

No one would make a fuss, 

That Mitchell sent us out because 

He had no use for us ; 

A man who heard these words of George, 

Said to him laughingly, 

"I cannot quite believe that tale, 

1 guess that is a lie?" 

One day amiong our visitors, 

A man dressed up in gTay, 

Came and conversed with Andrews, then 

Proceeded on his way ; 

When once alone we asked Andrews, 

What was the reason why 

That Rebel came and talked with him. 

He said, "That was a spy." 

A Union spy had been with us, 
Had talked Vv^ith Andrews too, 
We hoped that he'd get safely out 
And to our lines pass through ; 
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Whether he reached the Union lines 
All safe, we never heard, 
Of him we never heard again, 
No, not a single word. 

Three days only were we allowed, 

In that place to remain. 

Then orders came to take us back 

To our den again ; 

Back to that filthy hole agam. 

The thought was horrible, 

It seemed almiost like journeying 

From heaven down to hell. 

But Captain Laws, an honest man, 

Made efforts to remove 

Us not into the hole again. 

But to the room above ; 

Although the space was just the same, 

We did not now despair, 

For we were now above the ground, 

With plenty of fresh air. 

Old Swims objected to this change, 

And made a dreadful fuss. 

Although he had the guards with him. 

He was afraid of us ; 

Even though wt were handcuffed, 

We often heard him say. 

That evil would be sure to come 

Upon them all some day. 

Colonel Cleiburne had once asked 
Permission to remove 
Our handcuffs, but the officers 
Would not of it approve ; 
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But he allowed us to go out, 
Accompanied by a guard, 
And spend an hour or two each day 
Within the small jail yard. 

I managed at my first arrest, 

To cunningly deceive 

My pocket searchers, I had slipped 

My knife into my sleeve ; 

With it we soon carved out of bone, 

A number of rude keys, 

W^ith which we managed to unlock 

Our old handcufts with ease. 

But w^e believed the Rebels soon, 

W^ould hang us every one, 

Tliat to escape a dreadful doom, 

Something must soon be done ; 

We planned that when the guards would come 

As usual us to feed, 

To wrest their muskets from them, then 

Run off at rapid speed. 

W^e had our plans completely laid. 

Had fixed the very day, 

W^hen Captain Laws came in and took 

Twelve of our band away ; 

I happened to be one of them, 

W^e were to be arr?ngeil 

For trial and they said likely, 

We twelve would be exclianged. 

We left nine soldiers and Andrews 
Who was our greatest pride. 
Said he, 'Til meet you boys at last 
On Jordan's other side." 
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Then with sad hearts we left him there, 
In that dark, cruel place, 
Not one of us e'er saw again 
His brave and noble face. 



CHAPTER X. 

A GREAT SORROW. 

The history of those left behind, 
We now will first relate, 
How bravely, like a soldier true. 
Poor Andrews met his fate. 
At once the ten without delay, 
Resolved one thing to do, 
'Twas in the plank just overhead. 
To cut a passage through. 

Accordingly the same jack-knife, 
Which had carved out the keys. 
Was used each day to cut the hole, 
Wliich was not done with ease ; 
Just then an incident occurred, 
Which caused more energy 
To be put forth to make the way 
To gain their liberty. 

Captain Laws came in one day, 
His face vvas deadly pale, 
He held a paper in his hand 
Which told the dreadful tale ; 
He handed it to Andrews, who 
Glancing at it walked aw^ay 
Into his cell, his comrades stood. 
Not knowing what to say. 
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Tiie explanation Andrews gave, 

While each one held his breath, 

Was, that in one short week he would 

Be led forth to his death ; 

The sorrow which it gave to them 

Was indescribable, 

Each bosom of those nine brave men 

With sorrow seemed to swell. 

There yet remained one gleam of hope, 

Which I will now relate, 

'Twas to break out of jail and flee 

And thus escape the fate ; 

Accordingly they worked away 

Till early morning light, 

When Andrews quietly crept out 

And ran wath all his might. 

Unfortunately for him when 

He jumped into the yard, 

A piece of brick fell to the ground. 

And thus alarm.ed the guard, 

Who started up and with the cry 

Of halt ! discharged his gun, 

But Andrew^s quickly cleared the fence 

And started on a run. 

He ran into a wood and there 
Climbed up into a tree. 
Thus all day long he there remained 
In sight of the city ; 
A thorough search was made for him, 
But him they failed to see 
For no one in the crowd once thought 
Of searching in the tree. 
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When night came on he swam across 
The river which was near, 
He traveled on until he saw 
The dawn of morn appear; 
He saw a tree not far away 
And crossed an open field, 
Intending to climb into it 
And lie all dav concealed. 



Alas for him ! he was observed, 

Again compelled to flee, 

He hastened to an island near 

And climbed into a tree; 

A party with some hounds pursued, 

And he compelled to swim, 

Was overtaken by a boat 

And thus they captured him. 

The wretched man was taken back 

To that foul prison den, 

They fettered him for fear he might 

Escape from them again ; 

A scafifold was prepared for him 

As that dark day drew nigh. 

They were afraid to hang him there 

For fear of sympathy. 

Accordingly they transferred him, 

On execution day. 
From Chattanooga southward to 
Atlanta far away ; 
His comrades were all taken too, 
They were placed in a room. 
But brave Andrews was led away 
To meet his fatal doom. 
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The fortitude which lie displayed, 

Amazed the Rebel horde, 

All stood in silence and no one 

Was heard to speak a word ; 

The rope was placed around his neck, 

His sorrows soon were ended, 

His body was interred near by, 

His brave soul high ascended. 

Thus ended that brave, noble man, 
Who planned that daring raid, 
Which v/as the most exciting one 
That man had ever made ; 
The virtues of that noble man 
Are known both near and far, 
He planned the greatest enterprise 
Of our great Civil War. 



CHAPTER XI. 

A SEVENFOLD MURDER. 

The other twelve were taken to 
A place they called Knoxville, 
Where Captain Fry, a prisoner 
From a town by name Greenville, 
Was placed among our little band 
Whom the}- would now soon try. 
And if convicted every one 
Would be compelled to die. 

We had been there not many davs 
Before our trials came. 
The charge preferred against us v/as 
With every one the same; 

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We were accused of being spies, 
And on that charge were tried, 
But \vc declared we were soldiers, 
Their cliar/^es we denied. 

One of our band each day was tried, 

Thus seven days passed by, 

There yet ren^iained just five of us 

Vv'lioni they had yet to try ; 

But soincthing happened to prevent 

The trials of the five. 

And thus it iiappens that Tin here 

To da}- preserve alive. 

Th.e news was brought that Mitchell had 

Advanced upon the town 

Of Chattanooga, and with shells, 

V\^as Icnocking houses down ; 

A guard came to our prison soon 

And took us all away, 

Dovvn to Atlanta where we were 

For many weeks to stay. 

Our handcuffs there were taken off, 
We thought the worst was o'er, 
There we remained and for a week. 
Our lot with patience bore ; 
How little did we think that soon 
The darkest of all crimes 
Would be committed by the Rebs. 
Of our modern times. 

'Twas on the eighteenth day of June, 
In eighteen sixty-two, 
We noticed that some cavalr}'men 
Near to tl^c prison drew ; 
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TV.ty were some Rebel cavalry, 
What would their coming mean? 
A i^uard around the house was placed, 
Which could be plainly seen. 

The jailor came, unlocked our door, 

We stood amazed and still, 

While those who had been tried while we 

Were stationed at Knoxville, 

Were taken outside of our room. 

The door was closed behind. 

What would be done ? that was the thought 

V\'hich came into my mind. 

Soon our door was opened and 
George Wilson entered first, 
His arms were firmly bound, alas ! 
The fiends had done their worst, 
In a low whisper some one asked, 
*'What can the matter be?" 
Said he, "We are all to be hanged, 
And that immediately." 

Behind him came the others, tied. 
They thus were led away 
z\nd put to death by murderers, 
On that dark summer day ; 
The man who executed them 
Was Colonel Foracre, 
Whom every loyal Soudierner 
Will call a murderer. 

When on the scafifold, Wilson asked 
Permission to be heard, 
Saying that before he died, 
He wished to say a word ; 
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Then in prophetic tones he spoke 
Unto the Rebel throng, 
"I bear no grudge, but you are all 
Engaged in a great wrong. 

"Although you have condemned me and 

Will hang me as a spy, 

I am a soldier and do not 

Regret at all to die ; 

]3ut you will all live to regret 

That you took part at all 

In this rebellion, for your cause 

Is destined sure to fall. 

"And 3'OU will see the Stars and Stripes 

Float o'er this very place 

Where you to day commit a crime 

W^hich will your name disgrace." 

Thus Wilson spoke, while the whole throng 

In silence held their breath, 

The trap was sprung which was to hurl 

The seven men to death. 

Then followed a disgusting scene, 

Slavens, also Cambell, 

Broke their ropes and fell down to 

The ground, insensible ; 

When they recovered they asked to ha¥e 

An hour in which to pray, 

Before into eternity, 

They would be hurled away. 

They were denied this mild request, 
And soon they both were hurled 
Into the presence of their Judge, 
In that celestial world. 
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Thus did those noble heroes die, 
They sleep beneath the sod, 
Their spirits let us hope have gone 
To dwell above with God. 

We five who still remained untried. 
Were filled with gloom and fear 
For we had little doubt but that 
Our end was drawing near; 
Few words were spoken, we all sat 
Like men in deep despair, 
Slowly the time passed by, at last 
Some one suggested prayer. 

Accordingly we all knelt down. 

And Captain Fry prayed first. 

And vv^hile he prayed he sobbed and cried 

As if his heart would burst ; 

How earnestly we prayed to God 

Upon tl-at lonely night. 

Beseeching Flim to shed upon 

Our hearts some rays of lisrht. 



CHAPTER XII. 

LIBERTY OR DEATH. 

The other nine of our band 
Were placed with us again, 
So that with them and Captain Fry, 
We numbered nov/ fifteen ; 
There we remained not knowing when 
We too would meet our fate, 
But we resolved escape to make 
Before 'twould be too late. 
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Some thought we still had better wait. 
Perhaps we'd be exchanged. 
But we resolved to risk no more, 
And soon their minds were changed, 
For some one heard the jailer say, 
''Those poor Yanks in that room, 
I feel so sorry for them all, 
For soon they'll nieet their doom." 



These vvords were soon conveyed to l»^. 

No longer did we donbt 

But that we'd all be hanged unless 

We'd manage to break out ; 

We planned that when the jailer came 

Tn with our evening meal. 

To seize him and then quietly 

Upon the guards to steal. 

As soon therefore as he came in 

Fry stepped out through the door, 

As if it were a common thing 

He oft had done before ; 

Said he, "A pleasant evening, sir!" 

The jailer looked confused. 

But Captain Fry said with a smile, 

As if he were amused, 

"We wdsh this evening to go out 

And take a little walk 

And breathe the pure October air 

And have a quiet talk ; 

To stay in that close prison pen 

It will no longer do, 

Give me those keys and make no noise 

Or 'twill be worse for you." 



The old man tried to call the guard, 

But Pittenger rushed out 

And placed his hand upon his mouth 

And thus suppressed his shout; 

Then came the rush of prisoners 

Out into the jail-yard, 

I ran ahead at once and seized 

The musket of a guard. 

Seven Rebels were on guard, 

Five we at once disanrxd, 

The other two ran out and soon 

The neighborhood alarmed ; 

Those m the yard now scaled the fence 

And ran with rapid strides 

While bullets from the Rebels' guns 

Fell harmless by their sides. 

Captain Fry and nine of us 

Escaped into a wood, 

We halted there, against a tree, 

Panting for breath we stood ; 

We did not stand long till some one 

Said in a tone quite low, 

"Well boys it will not do to stay, 

Guess we had better go." 

The hardships which we all passed through, 

To tell I now will try, 

Although I have not much to tell 

Concerning Captain P^ry ; 

I heard that after thirty days 

Had quietly passed by. 

He managed to get to Nashville, 

And there remained safely. 

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We nine companions went in squads 

Which we thought would be best, 

Five went Northward, two went Southward, 

And two toward the West. 

Porter and Wollam traveled West, 

They traveled night and day 

A\'hene'er a wooded country chanced 

To lie rigfht in their way. 



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They often Vv-aded through large streams 

Or floated o'er on logs. 

One night while suffering from cold, 

They saw a nest of hogs ; 

They drove the hogs from their warm nest, 

It was in dead of night, 

They took possession of the nest 

Arid slept till morning light. 

They traveled many days without 

E'er having tasted food, 

Some nuts they found upon the trees 

Which tasted very good ; 

For one whole week they had no bread 

And were obliged to fast, 

But being almost starved they reached 

The Union lines at last. 

Dorsey ?.nd Hawkins, the next pair, 
Fared better than the rest, 
I will let Dorsey tell his tale. 
For he can do it best : 
Although we do not here pretend 
To tell just everything. 
Yet in the story Dorsey v, rote. 
He tells the following. 
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CHAPTER XIII. 

THE ESCAPE OF DORSEY AND HAWKINS. 

We journeyed from the woods into 

An open field and lay 

All huddled in a group until 

About the break of day ; 

All night we h; ard the baying of 

Some hounds not far away, 

So we concluded n.ot to move 

Until the dawn of day. 

For many days we traveled on, 
We made a rapid flight. 
We hid by day and traveled in 
The cover of the night ; 
We reached a river finally, 
We met som.e negroes there 
Who ferried us across the stream 
And never asked for fare. 

One of their number went and brought 

A lot of splendid food, 

To us you may indeed be sure 

It tasted very good : 

With thankful hearts we left our friends 

Again pursued our way, 

We traveled that entire night 

Until the break of- day. 

We found a barn with well filled mows, 
We entered it and lay 
Upon the fodder in the mow, 
And there we slept all day ; 
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As our bed v/as comfortable, 

We did not go avv^ay 

That night, but thought we would remain 

At least another day. 

A negro boy, hunting for eggs, 

Came to us where we lay, 

He ran a\vay and we ran too, 

Not caring now to stay ; 

We reached the River Hiawassee, 

We found a rude old boat, 

In this rude craft during the nig'ht 

We many miles did float. 

When daylight came we hid our boat 
And cautiously we crept 
Upon a bed of leaves, by turns, 
Till afternoon \\q slept. 
At sundovvn we went to a house 
And asked them for some food. 
They gave to us a good square meal, 
Which tasted very good. 

Tliat night we reached the river's mouth, 

We reached the Tennessee, 

W^e had to leave the river then, 

'Twas for our safety ; 

We heard that Bragg's army was near, 

We changed our course of flight. 

We fled into the mountain range 

And traveled all that night. 

We climbed a mountain high and steep 
And sat beneath a tree, 
But presently we saw below, 
A band af cavalry ; 
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We watched their baggage train go by, 
And shuddered oft with fear, 
Because the Rebels were so close, 
We hoped they'd disappear. 

When night came on we moved again, 

l^ut vtry cautiously, 

And when the dawn of day appeared 

No Rebels could we see ; 

We laid ourselves down on some leaves, 

While one of us would sleep, 

The other dared not close his eyes, 

But careful watch v/ould keep. 

We traveled on for two days more. 

Upon the second day, 

About sundown vre heard a noise 

Not very far away : 

We Sc'w some men not far away 

Engaged in chopping Vv^ood, 

We went down from the mountain height 

ATid asked them for some food. 

At iirst they all refused and said, 

That they were Union men., 

Tliey soon found out that we v/ere too. 

They entertained us then ; 

This proved to be a station on 

The Underground Railway, 

A skillful man known as Red Fox, 

Conducted us away. 

He took us to the next station. 
And thus we were forwarded; 
We hoped those friends v/ho helped us so. 
Would some day be rewarded : 
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In safety at last we reached 
Somerset, Kentucky, 
Just thirty-two days after we 
Had gained our Hberty. 

The most romantic adventures 

Of all, were met by two, 

Alfred Wilson with poor Mark Wood 

W^ent southward and passed through 

Untold hardships because they feared 

The negroes would betray, 

And would not trust to them for food, 

Or guides upon the way. 

Their object was to reach the Gulf 
And join the squadron there. 
And m.any times starvation seemed 
Them in the face to stare ; 
Wilson shall the story tell, 
About himself and Wood, 
Which will, I think by every one, 
Be better understood. 



CHAPTER XTV. 



THE ESCAPE OF WILSON AND JVOOD, FROM AT 
LANTA TO THE GULF. 

While Mark and I were on the fence, 
A bullet struck near by, 
So close to me the splinters cut 
The flesh upon my thigh ; 
I dropped upon the ground outside 
And yelled to Mark, 'T'm hit!" 
"Get up and run," said he, "and keep 
No more account of it." 
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Ill an instant I was on my feet, 
We ran with all our might, 
I placed my hand upon mniy : thigh 
And found to my delight 
That I had only a slight wound 
And splinters made that wound 
So ofi we ran while bullets struck 
Quite near us on the ground. 

We ran about a mile before 

W^e reached shelter at all, 

And then the trees were scattered so 

The shelter was but small ; 

Like hunted stags eluding hounds. 

With stealth we dodged about. 

Debating which for safety. 

Would be the better route. 

We ver}' soon approached a road, 

But soon we heard the sound 

Of galloping horsemen, and we threw 

Ourselves upon the ground ; 

They were so near us that we both 

Could very plainly see 

Their miovements all, we saw that they 

W'ere Rebel cavalry. 

It was not long until tliere carrie 
Some squads of infantry, 
The infantry at once relieved 
The Rebel cavalry ; 
The infp.ntry were stationed near 
The place where we both lay. 
We found that if we would escape 
We could not long delay. 
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We crept across the road into 
An open field near by, 
Then started on a rapid run, 
We ahnost seemed to fly ; 
We entered a thick piece of woods 
And lay down there to rest, 
Then we began to calculate 
Wliich route would be the best. 



We soon concluded to go South 

And join the blocking fleet, 

As we would not upon that route. 

So many Rebels meet ; 

For none of them would likely think 

Of Yankees going South 

To join the squadron anchored near 

The Chattahoochee's mouth. 



Accordingly we both set out 

As fast as we could travel, 

We spoke no words as we walked on 

As noiselessly as possible ; 

We were so lame we scarce could walk, 

And Mark v/as very sick, 

We traveled leaning each upon 

A good, stout walking stick. 

Thus we traveled on that night. 
Both ragged and forlorn, 
Our journey that night took us through 
A field of standing corn ; 
We plucked some ears of corn and chewed 
It as we walked along, 
We did not stop at all to ask 
To whomi it might belong. 
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When morning" came we hid ourselves 
And la}- down sore distressed, 
We were so near exhausted that 
"Wc thought we'd better rest ; 
When we awoke 'twas afternoon, 
Vve found our feet so sore, 
It seemed ahnost impossible 
To travel any more. 

Hov^■ever we both hobbled on. 

Doing the best we could, 

The corn which we had brought along 

Alone served us for food ; 

When morning came, alas ; poor Mark 

Could scarcely walk at all, 

So dropping on his hands and knees 

He undertook to crawl. 

Some distance thus he crawled along. 

Then looking back at me, 

His look I never shall forget, 

He said desp-iringly, 

*'Aif, such a life is but a curse, 

Tm sure I'd rather be 

Dead and lying in my grave. 

Than in such misery !" 

I urged him not to give up yet, 
Saying the worst was o'er, 
That we would soon the river reach. 
Where we could use the oar ; 
Encouraged thus we struggled on 
And soon had cause to thank 
Our God, for soon we stood upon 
The Chattahoochee's bank. 
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Soon we discovered a small skiff 

Chained tightly to a tree, 

With a large stone we broke the lock 

And soon the skiff was free ; 

We soon were gliding snioothh^ down 

The Chattahoochee stream, 

The trials which we had passed through 

Seemed now to us a dream. 



Wlien morning" came we ran our boat 

Into a small bayou 

And crept into a thicket near, 

Entirely hid from view ; 

There we lay down upon some leaves, 

Like sheep lie in their nest, 

Rut the mosquitoes were so bad. 

We gained but little rest. 

Four days and nights we traveled on* 

Having no bread to eat, 

So many tim.es in dreams I saw 

A table spread so neat, 

Covered o'er with rich dainties. 

Biscuit, bread and cheese. 

In fact just everything one needs 

His hunger to appease. 

W^e saw a house upon the bank, 
The prospects now seemed good. 
So we determined to go in 
And ask them for some food ; 
They kindly furnished us a meal, 
And 'twas a splendid one, 
And not a single scrap was left 
When Mark and I had done. 
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Then thanking our generous friends 

We started on our way, 

For we were anxious to move on 

Without a long delay ; 

The river now grew very rough, 

It now to us v/as plain 

That we must leave our boat and walk 

Upon the land again. 

We left our boat among the rocks 
And traveled on once more 
Until at last we saw a town 
And knew the worst was o'er ; 
Columbus was the town we saw, 
If we could pass it by. 
We then could use the stream again 
And sail in safety. 

As we approached the town we heard 

A constant clattering sound, 

Which did not cease during the night, 

AVe thought we'd look around ; 

We soon perceived a gang of men 

Working with all their might, 

When morniii::; can:e they did not cease, 

Tney wori^ed b-oth day and night. 

A large gunboot v/as being built 
To send dov.-n to the Bay, 
It Vv^as intended for to drive 
Our blocking fleet av/ay ; 
This bolt v.e aftervvards soon learned. 
Upon its first trip South, 
Blew up before it reached our fleet. 
When near Flint River's mouth. 
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We looked around until we found 

A cracked old leaky boat, 

We entered it and safe once more, 

V/e down the stream did iloat ; 

We soon espied three splendid boats 

Tied up upon the shore, 

We soon decided that we'd sail 

Our Icaliy boat no more. 

We had just loosened the three boats, 

When down upon us came 

Three men with a large pack of dogs, 

W'lth language rough, profane; 

"We did not stop to bandy words," 

But shoved the boats into 

The water, so that diey could not 

Immediately pursue. 

Then jumping into one we rowed 

Dn-ectly up the stream. 

As if we'd gone back to the town, 

It did to them so seem ; 

We made a circuit round about, 

Then sailed down stream again, 

We soon were out of hearing of 

The curses of those men. 



With open river and good boat, 
We thought our chances 5^ood 
For maK'ing our escape although 
Our stomachs yearned for food ; 
We found some pumpkins in a field 
And feasted on the seeds, 
Although 'twas poor it helped somewhat 
To satisfy our needs. 
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Day after day we traveled on, 

Having but little food, 

One day we stopped and took a nap 

Upon a pile of wood ; 

When we awoke somewhat refreshed. 

We saw a comic sight, 

A hundred alligators lay 

About us left and right. 

We were so hungry that we could 

Endure the pangs no miore, 

We saw a house and left our boat 

Carelessly on the shore ; 

They gave us food, v/e started back 

To take our boat again ; 

Alas, it had been stolen by 

Some cruel, sinful men. 

We perched ourselves upon a mound 
And there remained that night. 
It rained all night, we were indeed 
Then in a sorry plight ; 
We lay there that entire night 
And part of the next day. 
When to our joy we found a boat 
And quickly rowed away. 

During the night we caught some fish 
Which we devoured raw, 
A sadder sight than poor Mark Wood, 
I'm sure I never saw ; 
His eyes were sunken in his head, 
They had a fearful glare, 
I never shall forget the sight 
Poor Mark presented there. 
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The river now we plainly saw 

Grew wider every day, 

We soon concluded that we were 

Already in the Bay ; 

We saw a cabin on the shore, 

I stopped to get a light 

For my old pipe, when I came back 

I found Mark looking bright. 

He'd found some sweet potatoes in 

A negro's small canoe. 

We now had nearly food enough 

To last our journey through; 

Soon afterwards I thought I saw 

Some dead trees far away, 

And thought no doubt they stood upon 

An island in the Bav. 



We saw a sar.d-bar in the way. 
While we v;ere passing through, 
Mark seized a muddy-looking lump 
Which he soon cut in two; 
I saw him put it to his mouth, 
Said I, *'You starving Yank, 
What is that muddy lump you've pickec^ 
From off that muddy bank?" 

"Taste this," said he, ''and you will find 
We're in an oyster bed !" 
I tasted it and found it so, 
'Twas true what he had said ; 
I now discovered something else, 
What I thought to be trees 
Were masts of ships, we saw our flag 
There floating in the breeze, 
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We dropped our paddles in the boat, 
Stood up and screamed and cried, 
Mark wanted to jump overboard 
And swim against the tide ; 
But I dissuaded him and we 
Rowed on with all our might, 
The hulls and smokestacks of the ships 
Were now plainly in sight. 

We rowed toward the largest ship. 

We heard a loud command, 

"Come to, there, sir!" and presently 

There came a loud demand, 

"Who are you, and how came you here?" 

We answered, "We are men 

Escaped from prison and we want 

To get back home again !" 

We were received into the ship 
And well supplied with food. 
And deeply was the captain moved 
W^hiie gazing on poor Wood ; 
He was indeed a sorry sight. 
Nothing but skin and bone. 
For many nights when fast asleep, 
He'd often start and moan. 



We soon returned to home and friends, 
With joy we were received. 
We both had long been mourned as dead, 
Of care they were relieved ; 
Thus ended our romantic flight 
From that foul Rebel den, 
What we endured cannot be told 
By either tongue or pen. 
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CHAPTER XV. 

thp: escape of brown and myself. 

I NOW proceed to tell my tale, 

What trials I passed through; 

At first we had three in our crowd 

Which soon reduced to two ; 

Brown, Mason and myself were thrown 

Together in the flight. 

But Mason very sick became 

While in the woods that night. 

He soon became so very weak 

He scarce could move a limb, 

We let him lean upon our arms 

And thus we carried him ; 

But every day he grew much worse. 

We knew not what to do, 

He bade us leave him there alone 

And beat our own way through. 

We took him to a house near by, 

We were kindly received. 

They set some food before us which 

W^e ate and felt relieved ; 

We told them that we had escaped 

From the Atlanta jail 

And now were trying to get North, 

They said we'd surely fail. 

Just as we finished our good meal, 
Right in through the front door 
Came three stout men armed with shotguns, 
To capture us once more ; 
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But we deterPxiined that 'twould take 
More force than those three men 
To manage us and take us back 
To that foul den again. 

They thus spoke up, "Surrender now, 
We here demand of you," 
But Brown, who feared no man, replied, 
"We won't ; now see if we do." 
At the same time we made a dash 
And through the back door sped, 
We ran toward a piece of woods 
A short distance ahead. 

We kept the fence betw-een us and 

The Rebels who rushed out 

Through the front door and leaped upon 

Their horses with a shout ; 

The owner of the house ran out, 

A pack of hounds let loose, 

Before w^e could the woodland reach 

The hounds came up with us. 

We saw a place where loose stones lay 

And took a stand for fight, 

Determ.ined that we'd kill the dogs, 

Or put them all to flight ; 

We picked up stones, 1 judge each one. 

About a pound would weigh, 

We threw them at the pack of hounds 

And drove them all away. 

But our pursuers now were near, 
We started on a run, 
As we had naught but stones for fight, 
While they each had a gun ; 
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We got into some brushwood soon, 
But that would not avail, 
Although the hounds dared not come near, 
They still followed our trail. 

We soon discovered a small creek 
And waded into it, 
By doing so we managed to 
The dogs and men outwit ; 
Soon the expanse of timber hid 
The Rebels from our view, 
How long they kept pursuing us, 
I'm sure we never knew. 

Full eighteen miles away. 

We traveled on until we were 

W^e reached a place called Stone Mountain, 

Then traveled none by day ; 

But every night we traveled on, 

The North Star was our guide, 

And many times we were compelled 

In some safe place to hide. 

One tiiTie we traveled for six days 

With scarcely any food, 

We were so hungry that we chewed 

At times small bits of wood ; 

The seventh day we caught a goose 

Which we devoured raw, 

W> had hard work to pick it though, 

The like 1 never saw. 

If any one e'er tried to pull 
The feathers from a goose. 
You knov; wh?t trouble you have had 
To get the feathers loose ; 
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Unless you scald the goose 'tis hard 
To pull the feathers out, 
Of course we had no means to scald 
And had to pull without. 

Before night came we saw near by 

A drove of pigs half grown, 

We thought 'twould be a prize indeed 

If we could capture one ; 

However we determined that 

To get one we w^ould try, 

I took a club and stood behind 

A tree which stood near by. 

Then with small bits of apple, Brown 
Coaxed one of them near me, 
I grasped my club with a firm hand 
And leaned against the tree ; 
When he came near I darted forth 
And with one fearfful blow 
With my stout club upon his head, 
I laid the piggie low. 

VVe found some fire in a field, 

We sat upon a log 

And built a hre there and had 

A feast on roasted hog ; 

We carried with us what remained. 

And journeyed on our way 

And for a long time hunger's pangs 

It sufficed to allay. 

We crossed the Chattahoochee soon 
And traveled on all day, 
We climbed the mountain and footsore 
Kept traveling on our way ; 
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While one would sleep the other kept 
A close watch by his side, 
Or as some say we always slept 
With one eye open wide. 

Although we knew it not we were, 

From friends not far away, 

By accident we came upon 

Some friends that very day ; 

While crossing an old clearing near, 

We came upon a house. 

We both approached it cautiously, 

And quiet as a mouse. 

W^e saw two men upon the porch, 

We knew no tw^o men could 

Arrest us if we first obtained 

A good square meal of food ; 

We boldly asked them if they'd give 

Something to us to eat. 

The mistress soon prepared for us 

A rich, delightful treat. 

While we v/ere eating she remarked, 

''I v/ish the Yankees would 

Come to our State, I really think 

Their coffee tastes so good !" 

We told her that we thought so too. 

She eyed us closely then 

And said, *T really do believe 

That you are Yankee men !" 

We soon found out that they were friends, 
And told them we were Yanks 
And had been members at one time 
Of Captain Mitchell's ranks. 
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They entertained us royally, 
We stayed there until night, 
We took a rest, then by their help 
Continued our flight. 

This proved to be a branch upon 

The Underground Railway, 

That part they called the Southern branch. 

We did not long delay 

But traveled now more rapidly. 

The worst part now was past. 

In old Kentucky we arrived, 

In Somerset at last. 

One month and nine days were consumed 

By us upon the way, 

'Twas in October we broke out, 

Upon the sixteenth day ; 

'Twas on November twenty-fifth. 

We came to Somerset, 

Two happier men than Brown and I, 

We never since have met. 

Reluctlantly we now return 

To the .Atlanta pen. 

Where six recaptured of our gang 

Were taken back again. 

William Pittenger shall tell 

The story for he knows 

Just how they fared until exchanged, 

'Tis thus his story goes. 



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CHAPTER XVI. 

FROM ATLANTA TO RICHMOND, LIB BY AND 
CASTLE THUNDER— EXCHANGED AT LAST. 

Poor Mason who had fallen sick 

Was placed with us again, 

In that pen we were not allowed 

Much longer to remain ; 

They thought the jail no longer safe, 

They ordered us away 

Into the city barracks near, 

Without a long delay. 

The weeks rolled by, there we remained 

Until December came. 

Each day in prison all that time 

Was spent about the same ; 

At last some joyful news arrived, 

It was a joyful day, 

We were to be sent northward and 

Exchanged without delay. 

They put us into old box cars 

And thus we journeyed o'er 

That fatal road o'er which we ran 

About eight months before ; 

Wlien we at length came to Lynchburg, 

We lay by for a day, 

We missed connection on the road, 

Which caused the long delay. 

While there a drunken Rebel said, 
*Tf we would grant no more 
Such quarter to the Yanks you'd find 
The war would soon be o'er." 
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"No doubt," said I, "if such had been 
The rule you'd find it so, 
For we would surely have wiped out 
All Rebels long ago." 

Thence we were taken to Richmond 

And thought we'd be relieved 

Of further prison life, alas, 

We were greatly deceived ! 

We soon were marched along the streets. 

How far I could not tell. 

Before a large brick house we stopped, 

The famous Libby hell. 

We were soon placed in that foul hole, 

But our stay was short, 

To Castle Thunder we were led, 

A terrible resort. 

Christmas came, still we remained, 

No word of our exchange 

Had yet reached us, we wondered when 

They would for it arrange. 

The month of February came, 

They called out our band 

And read our names, they said that list 

Had come from Yankee land ; 

This gave us much encouragement, 

Ax. last they had arran£:^ed 

That we six men would be among 

The next to be exchanged. 

That joyful day it came at last. 
It was a joyful day 
When by exchange they took us from 
That filthy den away ; 

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'Twas on the seventeenth of March, 
In eighteen sixty-three, 
When we the last of our gang 
Were set at liberty. 

We soon arri\xd at City Point 

And there we were exchanged, 

When we beheld the vStars and Stripes, 

We cheered like men deranged. 

We went on board a vessel, then 

Set sail for Washington, 

And were most cordially received 

By Secretary Stanton. 

He then broug'ht out six medals which 

He said we six had won, 

Young Parrot, as he well deserved, 

Was given the first one ; 

He gave one hundred dollars to 

Each one of us also, 

And also transportation to 

Our homes in Ohio. 



CHAPTER XVII. 

CONCLUSION. 



Thus Mr. Knight his lecture gave 
Of that small band so bold, 
But of their sufferings, "The half 
Has never yet been told." 
The War is over and once more 
The Blue and Gray unite 
In sounding praises of those boys 
Who died for what was right. 
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CAPT. W. J. KNIGHT, 

Union Eni^^ineer of "Andrews' Raid." — Thirty-six years later. 

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In Chattanooga }ou may see, 
In a graveyard that's nigh, 
A semi-circle where those eight 
Who lost their lives now lie ; 
The gallows is no shame to them, 
Our nation speaks their praise, 
And eulogies of them are sung 
On our memorial days. 

A monument of granite stands 

Near where the heroes lie, 

Reared by the Buckeye State for those 

Who did not fear to die ; 

A locomotive made of bronze. 

An emblem of the chase, 

Upon the base of granite stands. 

In a conspicuous place. 

Nine of this brave and gallant band 

Are living yet to day. 

Five of the fourteen who escaped 

Have since been called away ; 

W^e hope that they now dwell with Him 

Who said that wars shall cease, 

No more to suffer grief and pain, 

But dwell in joy and peace. 

You scoffers who in ignorance 

Hoot at the G. A. R., 

Take up your books and read at once 

The history of the War: 

And if you are not bigoted, 

You will be heard to say, 

That those dear brave Boys in Blue, 

We never can repay. 



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